Davy was now tramping restlessly to and fro. Dan was trying to consider what it was best to do, whether to open to Davy and hear what he had to say, or to carry it off as if he were not within, when another foot sounded on the shingle and cut short his meditations.
"Have you seen Mr. Ewan—Parson Ewan?"
Dan recognized the voice. It was the voice of Jarvis Kerruish.
Davy did not answer immediately.
"Have you seen him, eh?"
"No, sir," Davy faltered.
"Then why didn't you say so at once? It is very strange. The people said he was walking toward the creek. There's no way out in this direction, is there?"
"Way out—this direction? Yes, sir," Davy stammered.
"How? show me the way."
"By the sea, sir."