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"'Deed I can't tell you that, your honour," replied Flett. "I have been waiting for him here mysel' all the day." "Just as I expected," said the bailie, with evident annoyance; "the young rascal has escaped. When did you last see him, captain?" "I saw him yestreen, sir. But was it anything of importance you're wanting the lad for?" "Anything of importance! Ay, is it of importance!
He had served in English ships in the Baltic trade, but getting knocked about in a storm rounding Cape Wrath, breaking his arm and his nose, he had been put ashore at Kirkwall, where he had met with Captain Flett and joined the Falcon, thirteen years before this time.
"Naebody wad e'er suspect thee o' a helping or mercifu' deed, Tulloch. Indeed na!" "Tak care, dame; thou art admitting it wad be a mercifu' deed. I heard Peter Fae say that John Sabay stabbed him, an' Ragon Torr and Hacon Flett saw John, as I understan' the matter." "Mother," said John, "do thou talk to nane but God. Thou wilt hae to lead the prayer theesel' to-night; dinna forget me.
I was against this mound being the firing place, because, to get to it, the fellow would have to come out into the open." "Would that count? It was a bull he was after." "It was," Flett agreed. "This fixes the thing." George looked at him meaningly. "Have you made up your mind about anything else?" "Oh, yes," said Flett. "It was done with malicious mischief.
"I've a wire from Flett, sent at Hatfield, down the line." "What can he be doing there?" Edgar exclaimed; and Miss Taunton showed her interest. "He was coming through on the train. Wanted Mr. Lansing to meet him at the station, if he was in town. Hadn't you better go along?" "I suppose so," said Edgar resignedly, glancing at his watch. "It looks as if your men had taken their time.
"Then, as I haven't one, you'll beat me out of a day's pay, and make Flett mighty mad. Do you think he'd get anybody who might know the team to waste a day riding out to your place? Guess the folks round here are too busy, and they'd be glad of the excuse that it was so far. They won't want to mix themselves up in this thing."
That sounded plausible, but George hesitated. The animals would be of service as a clue to their owner and a proof of his complicity in the affair. As they had not been identified, it would embarrass the police if they were missing. "I can only hand them over to a constable, unless you have brought a note from Flett," he replied.
George did as he was told, and then handed the photograph to Flora. "How did your people get it?" he asked the trooper. "I can't say; they don't go into explanations." "But what do you think? Did Flett take the photograph?" "No, sir; I heard him tell the sergeant he knew nothing about a camera. He may have got somebody to take it or may have bought the thing." "Do you know where he is?"
However, my schooling was of some service to him in striking a balance, and at nightfall the business was agreeably settled. The next day was the Sabbath, and in the morning Captain Flett appeared on deck dressed in his finest clothes of blue cloth, and wearing a very respectable soft felt hat over his neatly-brushed hair. The mate, Jerry, and I were also apparelled in our Sunday best.
Flett can work without making a disturbance, and that is in his favor. But what has become of Mr. West? We haven't seen much of him of late." "He has fallen into a habit of riding over to the settlement in his spare time, which isn't plentiful." "Ah!" exclaimed Flora; "that agrees with some suspicions of mine. Don't you feel a certain amount of responsibility?" "I do," George admitted.
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