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Updated: June 28, 2025
Zachariah's heart rejoiced that his bread would not fail, but he characteristically rejoiced even more at this signal proof that his trust in his God was justified. When he reached home he proposed to his wife that they should at once kneel down and thank God for His mercy. "Of course, Zachariah; but you are not yet sure you will get anything. I will take off my things directly."
There was nothing he could do, and he decided at length to return at once to Abel Zachariah's, and report the calamity. When he emerged again from the igloo the last breath of the storm had ceased to blow and a dead calm prevailed. He loaded the komatik, and calling the dogs from beneath their coverlets of snow, harnessed them, and without delay set out for the head of Abel's Bay.
An hour later, as the captain had predicted, the Good and Sure came to off Abel Zachariah's fishing place, and almost before the anchor chains had ceased rattling Skipper Ed and Abel pulled alongside in a boat and were expressing their relief upon the safe return of the two lads, whose sudden and unexplained disappearance had puzzled them and caused them a deal of worry.
Caillaud looked steadfastly at him for a moment. and then, in his half-forgotten French fashion, threw his arms round his neck, and the two remained for a moment locked together, Pauline standing by herself apart. She came forward, took Zachariah's hand, when it was free, in both her own, held her head back a little, as if for clearness of survey, and said slowly, "God bless you, Mr. Coleman."
A diviner heroism is this, but divinest of all, is that of him who can in these days do what Zachariah did, and without Zachariah's faith. The next evening, just as Zachariah and his wife were sitting down to tea, there was a tap at the door, and in walked Major Maitland. He was now in full afternoon costume, and, if not dandyish, was undeniably well dressed. Making a profound bow to Mrs.
Jean apparently was a little restless at the absence of approval on Zachariah's part, and at last he said abruptly: "What do you think of her?" Zachariah hesitated, and Pauline came to the rescue. "Father, what a shame! Don't put him in such an awkward position." "It was very wonderful," stammered Zachariah, "but we are not used to that kind of thing." "Who are the 'we'?" said Pauline.
Two or three years before the events narrated in the following chapters took place that is to say, about twenty years after the death of Zachariah's second wife a hundred coaches a day rolled past that hand-post, and about two miles beyond it was a huge inn, with stables like cavalry barracks, where horses were changed. No coach went through Cowfold.
He knew well that they would place none of the responsibility upon himself, but, nevertheless, he could but feel that had he remained with the boys they would now have been safe. Home? His cabin would never be home to him again, without his partner. He could never go over to Abel Zachariah's again of evenings, with no Bobby there.
"You'd better be away from these parts afore it's light, and, if you take my advice, Liverpool is the best place for you." He was right. Liverpool was a large town, and, what was of more consequence, it was not so revolutionary as Manchester, and the search there for the suspected was not so strict. The road was explained, so far as Zachariah's friend knew it, and they parted.
Zachariah touched him gently, and pushed the plate and jug to him. He looked at Zachariah, and without saying a word, devoured it greedily. He just had time to finish, for the landlord, entering the room, roughly ordered them to turn out. Out they went accordingly. "The Lord in heaven curse them!" exclaimed Zachariah's companion when they were in the road.
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