"In a night or two I shall call upon your father; there are things that press for discussion between us. And, if you are so disposed, I should be glad if you were present to listen." She made no reply, standing with her head averted. And he went on: "If any one, no matter who, tells you of danger to yourself in remaining in the city, give no heed to him. Remain with your father; do not be separated from him; for, I warn you, that any possible danger is not with you but with him." Here the quadroon maid opened the door, and the girl went in; and Anthony made his way to Dr. King's in Front Street. The physician opened the door himself, for he was in the hall, bidding good-bye to Mr. Sparhawk. In the room where the doctor saw to such things, the bandages were taken from Anthony's head. "A care-free blackguard had you in hand here," said Dr. King, as he looked at the wounds. Mr. Sparhawk, who had volunteered his services at the sight of Anthony's condition, held a basin of hot water ready, while he also inspected the hurts. "He did not hold his hand at any rate," said he. "A thief, no doubt," he added. "There are a deal of them lurking about of a night." While Dr. King dressed his head, Anthony related the circumstances of the attack. At mention of the _Le Mousquet_, Mr. Sparhawk exclaimed, sharply. "What?" said he. "Will they stop at nothing? Do they dare such things as this? Is a citizen not safe in the streets of his own city? Must we be constantly on guard against a parcel of ruffians?" "Yesterday I heard you speaking with Mr. Stroude concerning the ship _Eclipse_," said Anthony. "When does she sail?" "She sailed with the tide, some hours ago," said Mr. Sparhawk. "And so _Le Mousquet_ dropped down last night!" The little man shook his head. "There will be devilment enough off the capes to-morrow," he said; "and more than one honest person's money will be put in jeopardy." After the young man's wounds had been attended to, Dr. King said: "You should have a rest for a day or two; I would advise your going home and to bed." "I shall do so," said Anthony, "for my legs are not over-strong under me; and they are telling me of it, more and more plainly every step I take." Mr. Sparhawk walked with him up Front Street. "The cunning of these villains," said the little man; "the cunning of them is past all belief. They have managed it so that pillage is becoming a recognized thing; rapine has public approval; loot is so common we think nothing of it." Anthony smiled. "I would not go so far as that," he said; "but I agree that there is a deal of guile round about us."