“The general has ordered his barge for us, my dear,” said the squire, “and ’t is best that we get across the river while there ’s daylight, if we hope to be back at Greenwood by to-morrow evening.”
Farewells were promptly made, and, under the escort of Major Gibbs, they set out for the river. Once in the boat, Janice launched into an ecstatic eulogium on the commander-in-chief.
“Ay,” assented Mr. Meredith; “the general ’s a fine man in bad company. ’T is a mortal shame to think he’s like to come to the gallows.”
“Dadda! No!”
“Yes. They put a bold face on ’t, but after yesterday’s defeat they can’t hold the island another week; and when they lose it the rebellion is split, and that ’s an end to ’t. ’T will be all over in a month, mark me.”
Janice pulled a very serious face for a moment, and then asked: “Didst notice Colonel Brereton, dadda?”
“Ay. And a polite man he is. He not merely had us released, but I have in my pocket a protection from the general he got for me.”
“Didst not recognise him?”
“Recognise? Who? What?”
“Oh, nothing,” replied Janice.