“Aye, aye, captain, Jem Green’s not the man to see an English girl handed over to they slave-driving, outlandish chaps.  But I say, I wish you’d got a cloak or summat to put over that scarlet and gold of yourn.  It’s a regular flag to put the old witch on her guard.”

On that summer’s day, however, no cloak was at hand.  They went down the river very rapidly, for the tide was running out and at length Jem Green pointed out the neat little garden.  On the step sat a woman, apparently weeping bitterly.  Could it be the object of their search?  No, but as they came nearer, and she was roused so as to catch sight of the scarlet coat, she beckoned and gesticulated with all her might; and as they approached Sir Amyas recognised her as his mother’s maid.

“You will be in time yet,” she cried breathlessly.  “Oh! take me in, or you won’t know the ship!”

So eager and terrified was she, that but for the old steersman’s peremptory steadiness, her own life and theirs would have been in much peril, but she was safely seated at last, gasping out, “The Red Cloud, Captain Karen.  They’ve been gone these ten minutes.”

“Aye, aye,” gruffly responded Green, and the oars moved rapidly, while Loveday with another sob cried, “Oh! sir, I thought you would never come!”

“You sent the warning?”

Yes, sir, I knew nothing till the morning, when my Lady called me up.  I lie in her room, you know.  She had given orders, and I was to take the sweet lady and go down the river with her to Mrs. Darke, the perfuming woman my Lady has dealings with about here hair and complexion.  There I was to stay with her till—­till this same sea-captain was to come and carry her off where she would give no more trouble.  Oh, sir, it was too much—­and my Lady knew it, for she had tied my hands so that I had but a moment to scribble down that scrip, and bid Syphax take it to you.  The dear lady! she said, ’her God could deliver her out of the mouth of the lion,’ and I could not believe it!  I thought it too late!”

“How can we thank you,” began Betty; but she was choked by intense anxiety, and Jem Green broke in with an inquiry where the ship was bound for.  Loveday only had a general impression of the West Indies, and believed that the poor lady’s destined spouse was a tobacconist, and as the boat was soon among a forest of shipping where it could not proceed so fast, Green had to inquire of neighbouring mariners where the Red Cloud was lying.

“The Red Cloud, Karen, weighs anchor for Carolina at flood tide to-night.  Shipper just going aboard,” they were told.

Their speed had been so rapid that they were in time to see the boat alongside, and preparations being made to draw up some one or something on board.  “Oh! that is she!” cried Loveday in great agitation.  “They’ve drugged her.  No harm done.  She don’t know it.  But it is she!”

Sir Amyas, with a voice of thunder, called out, “Halt, villain,” at the same moment as Green shouted “Avast there, mate!” And their boat came dashing up alongside.