I was about thus far with it, and my spirit very much overcome with a sense of danger and hidden enemies, when I spied Alan, come back again from following James and walking by himself among the sand-hills. He was in his soldier’s coat, of course, and mighty fine; but I could not avoid to shudder when I thought how little that jacket would avail him, if he were once caught and flung in a skiff, and carried on board of the Seahorse, a deserter, a rebel, and now a condemned murderer.
“There,” said I, “there is the man that has the best right to open it: or not, as he thinks fit.”
With which I called upon his name, and we both stood up to be a mark for him.
“If it is so—if it be more disgrace—will you can bear it?” she asked, looking upon me with a burning eye.
“I was asked something of t
