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imagine a house in such a state of smash; the very clock had been
thrown down by these fellows in their furious hunt after my
mother and myself; and though nothing had actually been taken
away except the captain’s money-bag and a little silver from the
till, I could see at once that we were ruined. Mr. Dance could make
nothing of the scene.
“They got the money, you say? Well, then, Hawkins, what in
fortune were they after? More money, I suppose?”
“No, sir; not money, I think,” replied I. “In fact, sir, I believe I
have the thing in my breast pocket; and to tell you the truth, I
should like to get it put in safety.”
“To be sure, boy; quite right,” said he. “I’ll take it, if you like.”
“I thought perhaps Dr. Livesey--” I began.
“Perfectly right,” he interrupted very cheerily, “perfectly right--
a gentleman and a magistrate. And, now I come to think of it, I
might as well ride round there myself and report to him or squire.
Master Pew’s dead, when all’s done; not that I regret it, but he’s
dead, you see, and people will make it out against an officer of his
Majesty’s revenue, if make it out they can. Now, I’ll tell you,
Hawkins, if you like, I’ll take you along.”
I thanked him heartily for the offer, and we walked back to the
hamlet where the horses were. By the time I had told mother of
my purpose they were all in the saddle.
“Dogger,” said Mr. Dance, “you have a good horse; take up this
lad behind you.”
As soon as I was mounted, holding on to Dogger’s belt, the
supervisor gave the word, and the party struck out at a bouncing
trot on the road to Dr. Livesey’s house.