’The deuce they will!  The cunning rascals.  But go on.  What would you further say?’

’Wyatt insists that both the doctor and my father shall sail in her.  They will be carried on board, and—­and when at sea—­you know—­you understand’—­

’Be drowned, you fear.  That is possible, certainly; but I cannot think they would have more to fear than a good keel-hauling.  Still, the matter must be looked to, more especially as Lee’s predicament is owing to the information he has given the king’s officers.  Where are they confined?’

She described the place, which I remembered very well, having searched it not more than a fortnight previously.  I then assured her that I would get her father as well as Lee out of the smugglers’ hands by force, if necessary; upon hearing which the poor girl’s agitation came to a climax, and she went off into strong hysterics.  There was no time to be lost, so committing her to the care of the servant, I took leave of my friends, and made the best of my way to Hythe, hard off which a boat, I knew, awaited me; revolving, as I sped along, the best mode of procedure.  I hailed the boat, and instructed one of the men—­Dick Redhead, he was generally called, from his fiery poll—­a sharp, clever fellow was Dick—­to proceed immediately to the house I had left, and accompany the young woman to the spot indicated, and remain in ambush, with both eyes wide open, about the place till I arrived.  The Rose was fortunately off Southampton Quay; we soon reached her, shifted to a larger boat, and I and a stout crew were on our way, in very little time, to have a word with that deceitful Fair Rosamond, which we could still see lying quietly at anchor a couple of miles up the river.  We were quickly alongside, but, to our great surprise, found no one on board.  There was, however, a considerable quantity of contraband spirits in the hold; and this not only confirmed the girl’s story, but constituted the Fair Rosamond a lawful prize.  I left four men in her, with strict orders to lie close and not shew themselves, and with the rest hastened on shore, and pushed on to the doctor’s rescue.  The night was dark and stormy, which was so far the better for our purpose; but when we reached the place, no Dick Redhead could be seen!  This was queer, and prowling stealthily round the building, we found that it was securely barred, sheltered, and fastened up, although by the light through the chinks, and a confused hum, it seemed, of merry voices, there was a considerable number of guests within.  Still, Master Dick did not shew, and I was thoroughly at a loss how to act.  It would not certainly have been difficult to force an entrance, but I doubted that I should be justified in doing so; besides, if they were such desperadoes as Mary Ransome intimated, such a measure must be attended with loss of life—­a risk not to be incurred except when all less hazardous expedients had failed, and then only for a sufficient and well-defined purpose.  I was thus cogitating, when there suddenly burst forth, overpowering the howling of the wind and the pattering of the rain, a rattling and familiar chorus, sung by at least a dozen rough voices; and I had not a doubt that the crew of the Fair Rosamond were assisting at a farewell revel previous to sailing, as that Hope, which tells so many flattering tales, assured them they would, at dawn.