“Then they’ll come up the mule path. We must watch that. Lieutenant Hanson will be ready with the cutter to run out and stop their way back by water to the Prince. The Prince’s men will take to the sea, and he’ll settle with them; but Coppinger’s men will run up the cliffs, and we must tackle them. Go on.”
Several now disappeared into the darkness, moving toward the sea.
“Here, a word with you, Wyvill,” said the Captain.
“Right, sir—here I be.”
“Dash it!—it is so dark! Here, step back—a word in your ear.”
“Right you are, sir.”
They came on to the turf close to where Judith crouched.
“What is that?” said the Captain, hastily.
“I thought I trod on something like cloth. Have you a light?”