Chapter X: Introduction (10)

“He is right--he is right,” exclaimed Taffril; “you must not attempt to get on the high-road--get into the wood till night. My brig will be under sail by that time, and at three in the morning, when the tide will serve, I shall have the boat waiting for you at the Mussel-crag. Away-away, for Heaven’s sake!”

“O yes! fly, fly!” repeated the wounded man, his words faltering with convulsive sobs.

“Come with me,” said the mendicant, almost dragging him off; “the Captain’s plan is the best--I’ll carry ye to a place where ye might be concealed in the meantime, were they to seek ye ‘wi’ sleuth-hounds.”

“Go, go,” again urged Lieutenant Taffril--“to stay here is mere madness.”

“It was worse madness to have come hither,” said Lovel, pressing his hand--“But farewell!” And he followed Ochiltree into the recesses of the wood.