trust that the Chief Constable will turn up afore the mischief's done."

"The moral," said Heritage, "is that there can be no surrender.
We've got to stick it out in this old place at all costs."

"No," said Dickson emphatically. "The moral is that we must
shift the ladies. We've got the chance while Dobson and his
friends are locked up. Let's get them as far away as we can
from the sea. They're far safer tramping the moors, and it's
no' likely the new folk will dare to follow us."

"But I cannot go." Saskia, who had been listening intently,
shook her head. "I promised to wait here till my friend came.
If I leave I shall never find him."

"If you stay you certainly never will, for you'll be away
with the ruffians. Take a sensible view, Mem. You'll be no
good to your friend or your friend to you if before night you're
rocking in a ship."

The girl shook her head again, gently but decisively. "It was
our arrangement. I cannot break it. Besides, I am sure that
he will come in time, for he has never failed---"

There was a desperate finality about the quiet tones and the
weary face with the shadow of a smile on it.

Then Heritage spoke. "I don't think your plan will quite do, Dogson.
Supposing we all break for the hinterland and the Danish brig finds
the birds flown, that won't end the trouble. They will get on