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This surprised Neal, for it seemed to him that he had never talked to anyone who possessed more of that sweetness and wide reasonableness of outlook upon life which ought to be the end of education. He tried to express something of what he felt, but Hope stopped him and turned the talk into other channels.
But for Neal there were worse horrors behind. His cowardice made him brave. He stripped and stood shivering, though the night air was warm enough. He wrapped his clothes into a bundle and, with his neck scarf, bound them firmly on his head. He slipped without a splash into the water and struck out towards the mouth of the cave.
His name's James Finlay." "I do know him," said Neal, "but I don't trust him." "He came to me," said Hope, "with a letter from your father, like the letter you bring yourself. I have trusted him a great deal." "Trust him no more, then," said Donald, "the man's a spy. My brother was deceived in him." "These are grave words you speak," said Hope. "Can you make them good?"
"Please come to this window. What a happy view, the garden, the river, the valley, the fields of grain and the distant, blue mountains! John, I love your mother and my home most as much as I do you!" The neighbors and friends of the Cornwalls were very kind to Mary. She grew to be very fond of Mrs. Neal and Mrs. Duffield. Duffield, several years before, had married Helen Creech.
The birch skiff spun round, rocked crazily for a second or two, and keeled over, spilling both its occupants into the black and silver water of the pond. Of course they ducked under, and of course they rose, gurgling and spluttering. "You didn't lose the rifle, Neal, did you?" gasped the American directly he could speak. "Not I! I held on to it like grim death." "Good for you!
Since Neal had not been brought back it was reasonable to suppose that he had made good his escape out of the town, and there was every hope that he would get safe to the coast. Once there he had friends enough to feed him, and hiding-places known to few, and almost inaccessible to soldiers or yeomen. Lord Dunseveric asked no questions about Maurice's doings in the night.
The livery stable was but a short distance away and they found the proprietor on hand, reading a newspaper and smoking his pipe. "It's a wonder you wouldn't have a rig over at the depot, to meet the main trains," grumbled Tom. "'Twouldn't pay," answered Neal Carson. "I tried it once, and earned two dollars and a half in two weeks. Folks that want me can come here for me."
"Come now, that won't do. We know there's a meeting of United Irishmen here to-night. We know that the leaders, M'Cracken, Monro, Hope, and the rest are somewhere about. Where are they?" "I don't know," said Neal, "and if I did I wouldn't tell you." The sergeant struck him sharply across the mouth with the back of his hand. "Take that for your insolence.
I had to borrow this one from the gent in the cage. I'll take my gun, sheriff now!" Neal had watched him closely. He saw that while he was speaking The Coyote did not for an instant relax his vigilance. The merest resemblance of a move would precipitate gun play. He turned abruptly, and with Rathburn following him closely, went into the private room off the jail office.
Standing nearest to the door, the doctor opened it, passed through, and closed it instantly. Mr. Neal turned his back on the bed, and waited the event in silence. The sound, which had failed to awaken the child, had failed also to attract the father's notice. His own words had taken him far from all that was passing at his deathbed.
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