Why?"
"He knew me."
"How?"
"We had met at Princetown and we had spoken together for some
minutes by the pool in Foggintor Quarry, where I was fishing."
"That's right. But he didn't know who you were then. Even if he'd
remembered meeting you six months before in the dusk at Foggintor,
why should he think you were a man who was hunting him?"
Mark reflected.
"That's true," he said. "Probably he'd have bolted from anybody that
night, not wishing to be seen."
"I only raise the question. Of course it is easily explained on a
general assumption that Redmayne knew every man's hand was against
him. He would naturally, in his hunted state, fly the near approach
of a man."
"Probably he didn't remember me."
"Probably; but there are possibilities about the action. He might
have been warned against you."
"There was nobody to warn him. He had not yet seen his niece, nor
spoken with her. Who else could have warned him--except Bendigo
Redmayne himself?"
Peter did not pursue the subject.
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