"Nothing simpler," answered Uncle Zachie. "I am accompanying Mrs. Coppinger back to the Glaze."
"What, married in the morning and roving the downs at night?"
"I have been to Polzeath after my workbox—here it is," said Judith.
"Oh, you are out of your road to Pentyre—I suppose you know that," sneered Scantlebray.
"Naturally," replied Mr. Menaida. "It is dark enough for any one to stray. Why! you don't suspect me, do you, of showing false lights and endeavoring to wreck vessels! That would be too good a joke—and the offence, as I told you—capital."
Scantlebray uttered an oath and turned to the men and said: "Captain Cruel is too deep for us this time. I thought he had sent the boy out with the ass—instead he has sent his wife—a wife of a few hours, and never told her the mischief she was to do with the ]antern—hark!"
From the sea the boom of a gun.
All stood still as if rooted to the spot.
Then again the boom of a gun.
"There is a wreck!" exclaimed Scantlebray. "I thought so—and you, Mistress Orphing, you're guilty." He turned to the men. "We can make nothing of this affair with the lantern. Let us catch the sea-wolves falling on their prey."
