"At the least twelve hours," and Dr. Inch laughed cheerfully.
"Twelve hours!" I cried aghast.
"Twelve hours, and verily I believe your life hath been saved thereby. I
will now take away a little blood, and in a few days you will be well."
This he said in evident good-humour with himself, as though he had
effected a wondrous cure.
"Twelve hours!" I cried again; "then Otho hath fifteen hours' start of
me."
"I know not what you mean. My care hath been that you should have
necessary rest and restoration. This you have had. You are much better
now, are you not?"
"Oh, I am all right," I said, sitting up in my bed; and indeed I felt
quite refreshed and strong. "But where am I?"
"At Restormel."
"Oh yes, at Restormel," and instantly I had grasped the whole situation.
"And Boscawen, where is he?"
"Lord Falmouth hath had many matters of importance to deal with; he went
away before I came, but left word, saying he would if possible return to
you this evening."
"But did he seek to find Otho Killigrew; has he any knowledge of his
whereabouts? Does he know where----"
I stopped then, for I remembered that Dr. Inch must have been ignorant
concerning the matter which lay so near my heart. Still I could not
refrain from asking many questions, although the doctor was able to give
me but little satisfaction.
Just as I had consented to be bled, and was making ready for the
operation, Hugh Boscawen came into the room. He had evidently spent a
busy day, for he looked much wearied, but expressed delight at seeing me
so well.
"Have you found them?" I asked, thinking of Otho and Nancy.
"They have all escaped, except one or two foolish varlets who know
nothing about the business," he replied, mistaking the purport of my
question. "But I do not despair. My men are scouring the country, and I
have sent messengers to London with the news. And I have not forgotten
you, Trevanion; I have not forgotten you."
"But Otho Killigrew and Mistress Nancy Molesworth, what of them?" I
asked feverishly.
"I have heard nothing," was the reply, "nothing at all. I wish I could
get him; he and that old hermit have been the brains of the whole
matter. Still, do not be anxious, Trevanion; I will find him. He hath no
friends in these parts, and therefore can have no hiding-place. The
coast is being watched everywhere too."
"You do not know Otho Killigrew," I cried bitterly; "and it is no use
telling me not to be anxious. As well tell a boat to sail steadily on a
stormy sea."
"It is no use fretting. All that can be done shall be done. It should be
easy to find him too, for we are all faithful to the king for many a
mile around, and I have given strict orders."
At this my pulses started a-dancing again, for I remembered something of
importance.
"How long hath it been dark?" I asked.
"But an hour or so."
"My lord, I must get to saddle again," I cried; "and I think, if you
will accompany me, you will be able to arrest Otho Killigrew."
"Good!" he cried, "but where, Trevanion?"
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