” Chapter XXV THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room with a deferential little gesture. “Will they worry about you getting caught in a storm?” She asked him as she viewed black clouds floating in different directions. ” “I say,” she reflected, “you ARE rather the master, you know. Spurling? Why, if Captain Sheppard should get off, it 'ud be fifty guineas out of my way. Having seen every precaution taken to ensure his safe custody, he departed, muttering to himself, "I shall yet live to see him hanged—I shall live to see him hanged. Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. What of Gosse, whom those soldiers had allowed to escape? Hiding—or perhaps gone. I left him in charge of Quilt Arnold and Rykhart Van Galgebrok—the skipper I spoke of— with strict orders to shoot him if he made any further attempt at escape; and they're not lads—the latter especially—to be trifled with. He was human.
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