Crosby hurried forward to meet him.
"Have you been a prisoner in Dorchester?" Martin asked.
"A prisoner! No."
"The devil take that wench!"
"What wench?" Crosby asked.
"Give me something to drink and a mouthful of food. The story may be told in a few words, and then we must get to Dorchester."
"Martin! Why? Surely she—"
"Yes; she will be there within an hour or so. That is why we go to
Dorchester to-night."