Part 65 (1/2)

”George!”

Two figures suddenly appeared out of the darkness, and stopped before them.

”Luke? You here?”

”Yes; have you seen him?”

”No; but is--is he--”

”No, Mr Vine,” said Leslie quickly. ”I have been up to the station twice.”

”Sir!”

”For heaven's sake don't speak to me like that, Mr Vine,” cried Leslie.

”I know everything, and I am working for him as I would for my own brother.”

”Yes, it's all right, George,” said Uncle Luke, with his voice softening a little. ”Leslie's a good fellow. Look here; we must get the young dog away. Leslie has chartered a fast boat, and she lies in the head of the harbour ready.”

”Ah!”

It was an involuntary e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n from Louise.

”We'll have him taken across the Channel if we can find him. Where can he be hidden?”

”We have been twice on to your house, Mr Vine,” said Leslie, who kept right away from Louise, and out of delicacy seemed to ignore her presence, but spoke so that she could hear every word. ”I have three of my miners on the look-out--men I can trust, and law or no law, we must save him from arrest.”

”Heaven bless you, Mr Leslie. Forgive--”

”Hush, sir. There is no time for words. The men from London with our own police are searching in every direction. He got right away, and he is hiding somewhere, for he certainly would not take to the hills or the road, and it would be madness to try the rail.”

”Yes,” said Uncle Luke. ”He's safe to make for the sea, and so get over yonder. There's a boat lying off though, and I'm afraid that's keeping him back. The police have that outside to stop him.”

”No; that is a boat I have chartered, Luke, waiting to save my poor boy.”

”Then before many hours are gone he'll be down by the harbour, that's my impression,” said Uncle Luke. ”Confound you, George, why did you ever have a boy?”

George Vine drew a long breath and remained silent.

”If you will allow me, gentlemen,” said Leslie, ”I think we ought not to stay here like this. The poor fellow will not know what precautions his friends have taken, and some one ought to be on the look-out to give him warning whenever he comes down to the harbour.”

”Yes; that's true.”

”Then if I may advise, I should suggest, sir, that you patrol this side to and fro, where you must see him if he comes down to make for the west point; I'll cross over and watch the east pier, and if Mr Luke Vine here will stop about the head of the harbour, we shall have three chances of seeing him instead of one.”

Louise pressed her hand to her throbbing heart, as she listened to these words, and in spite of her agony of spirits, noted how Leslie avoided speaking to her, devoting himself solely to the task of helping her brother; and as she felt this, and saw that in future they could be nothing more than the most distant friends, a suffocating feeling of misery seemed to come over her, and she longed to hurry away, and sob to relieve her overcharged breast.

”Leslie's right,” said Uncle Luke, in a decisive way. ”Let's separate at once. And look here, whoever sees him is to act, give him some money, and get him off at once. He must go. The trouble's bad enough now, it would be worse if he were taken, and it's the last thing Van Heldre would do, hand him to the police. Leslie!”

He held up his hand, but the steps he heard were only those of some fishermen going home from the river.