The widow sighed, and was fain to rest content. She sat down beside the tree, while her companions talked together, apart, in low tones.
"Now Jo, my man," continued Henry, "one of our friends must be got out of the way."
"Wery good; I'm the man as'll do it."
"Of course I don't mean that he's to be killed!"
"In coorse not. Who is he?"
"Ole Thorwald."
"Wot! the descendant o' the Sea Kings, as he calls himself?"
"The same," said Henry, laughing at the look of surprise with which Bumpus received this information.
"What has he bin an' done?"
"He has done nothing as yet," said Henry; "but he will certainly thwart our schemes if he hears of them. He has an inveterate ill-will to my poor father (Henry lowered his voice as he proceeded), and I know has suspicions that we are concocting some plan to enable him to escape, and watches us accordingly. I find him constantly hanging about the jail. Alas! if he knew how thoroughly determined Gascoyne is to refuse deliverance unless it comes from the proper source, he would keep his mind more at ease."