"How so?"
Hatchie explained the plan of Vernon, which had been rendered futile by his precaution.
"The scoundrel! but how knew you this, and how happens it that I escaped while he is wounded?" said Henry.
"I overheard the plot when I did the other. Vernon is a common robber. He came into the hold to conceal a bag of money he had stolen."
"A bag of money!" interrupted Henry, his thoughts diverted from the subject.
"Ay, a bag of money."
"Do you know where they hid it?"
"I do; but why do you ask?" and Hatchie was much pained to discover in Henry what he mistook for a feeling of rapacity. He wanted and expected the perfection of an angel in the man who sustained the relation of lover and protector to his mistress.
"Because I have been robbed of all I had in the world," replied Henry, seeing the shade upon Hatchie's brow.
"Indeed!" exclaimed the mulatto, his doubts removed, and pleased in being able to restore his money.