"Oh--yes. I saw them, but I do not know who they are. I came
straight here as soon as I could."

"One of them is a Frenchman," she said, taking no heed of the excuse
given for his ignorance of Farlingford news.

"The old man--I thought so. I felt it when I looked at him. It was
perhaps a fellow feeling. I suppose I am a Frenchman after all.
Clubbe always says I am one when I am at the wheel and let the ship
go off the wind."

Miriam was looking along the dyke, peering into the gathering
darkness.

"One of them is coming toward us now," she said, almost warningly.
"Not the Marquis de Gemosac, but the other--the Englishman."

"Confound him," muttered Barebone. "What does he want?"

And to judge from Mr. Dormer Colville's pace it would appear that he
chiefly desired to interrupt their tete-a-tete.



CHAPTER VI. THE STORY OF THE CASTAWAYS



When River Andrew stated that there were few at Farlingford who knew
more of Frenchman than himself, it is to be presumed that he spoke