"Tell Lucy nothing just now.
We must go to the Fort, you--and I, to see Random. Hervey, you
come also, and then you can accuse Sir Frank to his face."
"If he dares to do it!" said Archie, who looked and felt
indignant.
"Oh, I'll accuse him right enough when the time comes," said
Hervey in his coolest manner, "but the time isn't now. Savy! I
am going to see the Don first and make sure of this reward."
"Faugh!" cried Hope with disgust, "Blood-money!"
"What of that? Ifs a man is a murderer he should be lynched."
"My friend, Sir Frank Random, is no murderer."
"He's got to prove, that, as I said before," rejoined the Yankee
in a calm way, and strolled to the door. "So-long, gents both.
I'll light out for the Warrior Inn and play my cards. And I may
tell you," he added, pausing at the door, which he opened, "that
I haven't got that blamed wind-jammer, so need money to hold out
until another steamer comes along. One hundred pounds English
currency will just fill the bill. So now you know the lay I'm
on. So-long," and he walked quietly out of the house, leaving
Archie and Braddock looking at one another with pale faces. The
assurance of Hervey surprised and horrified them. Still, they
could not believe that Sir Frank Random had been guilty of so
brutal a crime.
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