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On this south side we came to Foy or Fowey, an ancient town, and formerly very large nay, not large only, but powerful and potent; for the Foyens, as they were then called, were able to fit out large fleets, not only for merchants' ships, but even of men-of-war; and with these not only fought with, but several times vanquished and routed, the squadron of the Cinque Ports men, who in those days were thought very powerful.
"But, son, up in Adrian's chamber just now you said something about having made a map of the hiding-place of the gold. Where is it, for it should be put in safety?" "Yes, I know I did," answered Foy, "but didn't I tell you?" he went on awkwardly.
"Foy and Martin might come," she said, "and be vexed if it seemed that we did not expect them." So for the last three months or more she had always set four covers at the table, and Lysbeth did not gainsay her. In her heart she too hoped that Foy might come. That very night Foy came, and with him Red Martin, the great sword Silence still strapped about his middle.
"Silence!" again thundered the sage, "or by my Lord Zoroaster, I throw up the case." Adrian collapsed, and there was another pause. "You believe," he went on again, "that the said Foy and the said Dirk van Goorl, together with the said Martin, are making preparations to abduct that innocent and unhappy maid, the heiress, Elsa Brant, for evil purposes of their own?"
"It is a trick I learned up there in Friesland. Some of the Northmen sailors taught it me. There is a place in a man's neck, here at the back, and if he is squeezed there he loses his senses in a second. Thus, master " and putting out his great hand he gripped Foy's neck in a fashion that caused him the intensest agony. "Drop it," said Foy, kicking at his shins.
"George, dear," said Pringle when the two were left alone, "is that right about the reward? 'Cause I sure want to get in on it." "Damn likely. You knew where Foy was. You know where he is now. Why didn't you tell us, if you wanted in on the reward?" "Why, George, I didn't know there was any reward. Besides, him and me split up as soon as we got clear of town." "You're a damn liar!"
On our way home our skipper, John Foy, met us; we spoke to him, and in our respective names, paid him the money for our passage, six pounds each. He wished to give us a bill of it, but we told him it was unnecessary, as we were people of good confidence. I spoke to my comrade, and we went out with him, and presented him with a glass of wine.
"And then," said Foy, growing excited, for Martin really told the story very well, "what happened?" "Oh, his head went back between his shoulders, and when they picked him up, his neck was broken. I was sorry, but I couldn't help it, the Lord knows I couldn't help it; he shouldn't have called me 'a dirty Frisian ox' and kicked me in the stomach." "No, that was very wrong of him.
After the battle of Ste.-Foy Murray sent the frigate "Racehorse" to Halifax with news of his defeat, and from Halifax it was sent to England. The British public were taken by surprise. "Who the deuce was thinking of Quebec?" says Horace Walpole. "America was like a book one has read and done with; but here we are on a sudden reading our book backwards."
I'll go up to the Jornado to-night and stay with the Bar Cross boys awhile. He won't come up there." "You'll enjoy having people tellin' how you run away to keep from meeting Dick Marr?" said Applegate incredulously. "Why shouldn't they say it? It will be exactly true," responded Foy quietly, "and you're authorized to say so.
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