And here's a funny
thing now!" wound up Billy, glancing at me. "The Prince was willing
enough your release should be sent, and even chose out that fellow
Stephanu to come along with me. But something in his eye--I can't
azackly describe it--warned me he had a sort of reason for thinking
that 'twouldn't do you much good. There was a priest, too: I took a
notion that _he_ didn't much expect to see you again, sir. And this
kept me in a sweat every mile of the journey, so that when you
pointed your gun at me yesterday, as natural as life, you might have
knocked me down with a feather."
"Then it is settled," decided my uncle, as Billy came to a full stop.
"Sir John has gone north again, you say, and will be expecting us off
the island? There's naught to prevent our starting this evening?"
"Nothing at all," agreed Captain Pomery, to whom by a glance he had
appealed. "Leastways and supposing I can get my hawsers out of
curl-papers."
"That suits you, Prosper?" asked my uncle. I looked across the fire
at Marc'antonio, who sat with his eyes lowered upon the gun across
his knees.
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