“You said that he’d been put out of the way, as I’d be put out of the way. What did you mean by that?”
“He was shipped overseas, I’ve heard tell.”
“You don’t know?”
“No, I don’t know.”
“Whither do you take me now?”
“Come to think of it now,” he answered, laughing, “I hadn’t thought of it before. Not to Rogues’ Haven.”
“Do you know Mr. Bradbury?”
“I’ve heard tell of him.”
“He’s with old Gavin Masters—whoever he may be. Will you take me to him, or set me down on the way to Masters’ house?”
He answered uneasily, “I’ll set you down near his house. I’ll not wait on old Sir Gavin, I’m that modest, Mr. Craike. He’s a gentleman. He’s a justice—as Charles Craike’s a justice.” His laughter sounded out on the wind. “Ay, I’ll take you near enough. Get on, old horse! Get on!”