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It goes agin the grain to serve an old pal an ill turn no matter how bad a man he is. I'm willing to get your friends free, an' save your money, and watches, an' everything else, but I ain't goin' to be the means of puttin' Moxley in jail if I can help it. I'm afraid, for one thing, because he'd hunt me down as soon as he got out."
What part I had in stealin' the boat I've made amends fur already, and now I'm willing to do a good deal more. A little while ago I felt kinder sorry for Moxley because me an' him has been together a good part of the summer. But when a man goes back on an old friend, an' calls him bad names, an' tries to get him into trouble by lyin', then I'm done with that man fur good.
The boys had been waiting on Ned in terrible suspense, afraid to venture back into the mill, and when he appeared with his burden their joy knew no bounds. They were ignorant of the disaster that had befallen Bug and Moxley, and when Ned told them, the whole party started off on a run.
As Ned was turning away his eye caught a sudden gleam from the cockpit of Clay's canoe, and on making an investigation he was surprised to find Randy's gun. Moxley must have overlooked it. The weapon was useless, for the ammunition had been carried off, but Ned shouldered it and started briskly down the creek.
After this Lady Ragnall paid me out by going to bed, having instructed Moxley to show us to the smoking room, "where," she whispered as she said good night, "I hope you will enjoy yourself." Over the rest of the night I draw a veil. For a solid hour and three- quarters did I sit in that room between this dreadful pair, being alternately questioned and lectured.
But this was rendered unnecessary by a sudden rasping noise above, as the loose plank was carefully lifted from its place. "Randy! Randy!" whispered Ned. "It's all right. We're going to rescue you." A glad murmur of voices was heard, and Randy incautiously replied: "Hurry up then. Now's your time, for Moxley is at the other end of the mill talking." "Not so loud, lad," whispered Hocker.
They searched the wasteway just as Jeffries and Hocker landed from the boat, pushing Moxley before them, and followed by Bug. The ruffian's hands were already manacled. With the exception of dripping clothes neither of the men seemed the worse for their struggle and subsequent fall. "They were still locked together when we pulled them from the water," said Jeffries.
"There air plenty of holes an' loose boards." "An' Moxley is watchin' them all, too," remarked Hocker. "Your plan ain't very definite so far." Bug hesitated, and before he could reply something occurred that totally changed the situation. "I see you again, you rascal," came the farmer's voice from the hillside. "You can't fool me. Get away from that winder now."
Accompanied by Ned and Bug they moved down to the edge of the water a distance of less than thirty feet in the present condition of the creek and ensconced themselves in some thick bushes. There was no slight risk that Moxley would shoot through the crevices if the moonlight afforded him a tempting chance. "If we can wait in patience the game will fall into our hands," said Jeffries.
I recall no more about it until I heard Lady Ragnall tell Moxley to see that there was a good fire in the museum where we were going to study that night and must not be disturbed. Another minute and I was automatically opening the door for her. As she passed she paused to do something to her dress and whispered, "Come in a quarter of an hour. Mind no port which clouds the intellect."
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