"
"Perhaps, for you have skill, Boland, and you are cautious, but is it
fair for ladies to stay in this isolated spot with murderers about? When
the ladies come back, they must be sent at once to Spanish Town. Can't
you see?"
Darius Boland bowed. "What you say goes always," he remarked, "but tell
me, sir, who will take the ladies to Spanish Town?"
Dyck Calhoun read the inner meaning of Darius Boland's words. They did
not put him out of self-control. It was not a time to dwell on such
things. It was his primary duty to save the ladies.
"Come, Boland," he said sharply, "I shall start now. We must find the
ladies. What sort of a country is it through which they pass?" He
pointed.
"Bad enough in some ways. There's an old monastery of the days of the
Spaniards up there"--he pointed or the ruins of one, and it is a pleasant
place to rest. I doubt not they rested there, if--"
"If they reached it!" remarked Dyck with crisp inflection. "Yes, they
would rest there--and it would be a good place for ambush by the Maroons,
eh?"
"Good enough from the standpoint of the Maroons," was the reply, the
voice slightly choked.
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