‘Then run as fast as you can to Tavistock.’
‘Please, sir, I durstn’t. It be night and it’s whisht[2] over the moor.’
‘Then leave it, and I will send someone else, and you will lose your lover.’
‘What do you want me to do, sir? I wouldn’t have that neither.’
‘Then run to Tavistock, and tell Joseph Woodman to communicate at once with the warder of the Prince’s Town jail, and bid him bring sufficient men with him, and come here, and I will deliver into their hands a runaway convict, a man who broke out of jail not long ago.’
‘Please, sir, where is he? Lawk, sir! What if he were on the moor as I went over it?’
‘Never mind where he is. I will produce him at the right moment. Above all—Jane—remember this, not a word of what I have said to Mr. Jasper or to Miss Barbara. Go secretly, and go at once. Hush! Here she comes.’
Barbara entered. ‘A light is in his window,’ she said. Then her father laughed, and shut his hands.
‘So,’ he muttered, ‘so I shall snap him.