distance from them with folded arms and compressed lips, gazing
steadily up the glowing reaches of the river.

"Found him in the boat when I stepped into it myself. I didn't say
anything then, for we were in a mortal hurry and he's a good rower. But
I reckon your Honor will send him back with me? He'll give you the slip
the first chance he gets."

"Of course he must go back," the master said peremptorily. "He should
never have been brought thus far. A dozen or so of these Oliverians must
swing as an example to the rest, and he, their leader, and a felon to
boot, at their head. The service he did us last night can not help
him--he fought for his own life. The Governor has sworn to hang him, and
I am accountable for his safe delivery at Jamestown. Bind him and take
him back with you, and send him at once to Jamestown under a strong
escort." He turned from the overseer to the two gentlemen who were to go
down the river. "Carrington, Anthony Nash, old friends, farewell--it may
be forever. Anthony, pray that I may find my child safe and spotless."

They embraced, and he wrung their hands, and, stepping hastily into the
boat, sank down and covered his face with his cloak. The
Surveyor-General stood with a pale and troubled face, and Dr. Anthony
Nash prayed aloud. The rowers took their places and the boat shot out
into the middle stream.

Landless, seeing the second boat filling, and supposing that the third
would receive its load in a moment, stepped towards it. As he passed the
overseer, standing a little to one side with two servants belonging to
Colonel Fitzhugh, a tenant of Colonel Verney, and an Indian from
Rosemead, Woodson put forth an arm and stopped him.

"No, no, my man," he said with a grim smile but with a watchful eye, and
nodding to the men to close in around them. "Your way's down, not up."

"What do you mean?" cried Landless, recoiling.

"I mean that the Doctor and the Major and I and these men go back to the
settlements to look after things there, and that you are going to renew
your acquaintance with Jamestown gaol."

For a moment Landless stood, turned to stone, within the other's grasp,
then with a cry he broke from him and rushed to the water's edge. The
boat containing the master had turned her head up stream and was beyond
call; in the second boat the men held the oars poised while Sir Charles,
with one foot upon the gunwale, gave a gravely courteous farewell to the
Surveyor-General and the div