“You won’t come? I’ll make you.”
Then Scantlebray caught the boy by the shoulders to drag him to the door. The child began to struggle and resist.
“Oh! I’m not concerned for you, fool,” said Scantlebray. “If you like to stay and take your chance—my brother will be here to carry you off presently. Will you come?”
Scantlebray caught the boy by the feet and tried to drag him, but Jamie clung to the table-legs.
Scantlebray uttered an oath—“Stay, you fool, and be smothered! The world will get on very well without you.”
And he strode forth from the cottage.
CHAPTER LI.
SURRENDER.
Scantlebray was mistaken. Coppinger had not crossed the estuary of the Camel. He was at Pentyre Glaze awaiting the time when the tide suited for landing the cargo of the Black Prince. In the kitchen were a number of men having their supper and drinking, waiting also for the proper moment when to issue forth.
At the turn of the tide the Black Prince would approach in the gathering darkness and would come as near in as she dare venture. The wind had fallen, but the sea was running, and with the tide setting in she would approach the cove.