Then you shall give it me once more." He
slipped the ring on her finger and kissed it.
A moment later he stood in the courtyard beside Rupert's horse, where the
others were waiting.
"Heavens!" said Hugh to Philip; "what's happened to Rupe?"
"Yes," echoed Vernon, "who's that in old Rupe's clothes?"
"Shut up!" Philip hissed, fixing them with a meaning glance. "Say another
word, and I'll flay you! That's Rupert Ommaney, and no one else, and I warn
you to remember it."
"Come along, Rupert," he cried cheerily, aloud to the stranger. "It's time
we were off."
With that they swung into the saddle, and rattled out of the courtyard, the
stranger in the midst. As he rounded the corner of the house he looked back
and smiled farewell to Barbara and the smith and Jack, who stood together
watching the departure. Barbara waved her hand, and a moment later her
fugitive was out of sight.
"THAT'S NOT ALL, IS IT?" HESTER INQUIRED ANXIOUSLY, AS MISS REDSTONE STOPPED.
"ISN'T IT A GOOD ENDING?" SHE ASKED.
"NO," SAID GREGORY, "OF COURSE NOT. I WANT TO KNOW IF HE GOT TO THE HARBOUR
ALL RIGHT, AND WHO HE WAS."
"OH, I THINK WE KNOW WHO HE WAS," JANET SAID.
"WHO?" GREGORY ASKED. "I DON'T KNOW." "WELL, IT'S NOT THE END," SAID MISS
REDSTONE; "BUT THE END IS VERY NEAR, AND THAT WILL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING.
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