“Judith!”
In her terror and exhaustion she could but gasp for breath for a few moments.
By degrees her firmness and resolution returned, and she exclaimed, in broken tones, panting between every few words—
“Captain Cruel!—you are betrayed—they are after you!”
He did not press her. He waited till she could speak again, lowering the lantern.
Then, without the glare in her eyes, she was able to speak more freely.
“There is a boat—a Revenue cutter—waiting in the bay—and—above—are the Preventive men—and they will kill you.”
“Indeed,” said he. “And you have come to warn me?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me—are there any above, where you came down!”