escape unnoticed into the island.

Ten times during the day did Anastasia send from the cottage up to
Morton, begging him to leave the search to others, and come down to
her. But not for a moment would he lose the scent of his prey.
What! should it be said that she had been so treated, and that
others had avenged her? He sent back to say that her father was
with her now, and that he would come when his work was over. And in
that job of work the life-blood of Aaron Trow was counted up.

Towards evening they were all congregated on the road near to the
spot at which the path turns off towards the cottage, when a voice
was heard hallooing to them from the summit of a little hill which
lies between the road and the sea on the side towards the ferry, and
presently a boy came running down to them full of news. "Danny Lund
has seen him," said the boy, "he has seen him plainly in among the
rocks." And then came Danny Lund himself, a small negro lad about
fourteen years of age, who was known in those parts as the idlest,
most dishonest, and most useless of his race. On this occasion,
however, Danny Lund became important, and every one listened to him.
He had seen, he said, a pair of eyes moving down in a cave of the
rocks which he well knew. He had been in the cave often, he said,
and could get there again. But not now; not while that pair of eyes
was moving at the bottom of it. And so they all went up over the
hill, Morton leading the way with hot haste. In his waist-band he
held a pistol, and his hand grasped a short iron bar with which he
had armed himself. They ascended the top of the hill, and when
there, the open sea was before them on two sides, and on the third
was the narrow creek over which the ferry passed. Immediately
beneath their feet were the broken rocks; for on that side, towards