"Who?" asked Simon. "The three what come on horseback. I was the first on the wreck with my old man. I saw 'em come." "But there were four of them." "There was one what lay down outside to guard the horses. The other three went to get something out of the rug where you didn't find nuffin; and they 'ad their grub and slept in 'ere. This mornin', after they left, my old man come to go through the cabin and found the old gent's cigar-case here. "So they went away again?" The boy was silent. "Answer my question, can't you, boy? They left on horseback, didn't they, before the others got here? And they're out of danger?" The boy held out his hand: "Two notes," he demanded. Simon was on the point of flying at him. But he restrained himself, gave the boy the notes and pulled out his revolver: "Now then!" The boy shrugged his shoulders: "It's the notes is making me talk, not that thing! . . . Well, it's like this: when the old gent wanted to start this mornin', he couldn't find the old chap what was guarding the four horses near the stern of the vessel, what you got up by." "But the horses?" "Gone!" "You mean, stolen?" "'Arf a mo! The old gent, his daughter and the other gent went off to look for him, following the track of the 'osses alongside the wreck. That took them to the other part of the _Queen Mary_, just to the place where the starboard lifeboat was stove in. And then--I was on deck, like I was just now, and I see the whole business as if it was the movies--there was five or six devils got up from behind the lifeboat and rushed at 'em; and a great tall bloke a-leadin' of 'em with a revolver in each fist. I wouldn't say everythink passed off quiet, not on neither side. The old gent, 'e defended himself. There was some shootin'; and I see two of 'em fall in the scrimmage." "And then? And then?" Simon rapped out, breathlessly. "I don't know nuffin about then. A change of pickshers, like at the movies. The old man wanted me for somefink; he took me by the scruff o' the neck and I lost the end o' the film like." It was now Simon's turn to seize the young hooligan by the scruff of the neck. He dragged him up the companion-ladder and, having reached a part of the deck where the whole wreck was visible, he said: "It was over there, the lifeboat?" "Yuss, over there." Simon rushed to the stern of the vessel, slid down the rope and, followed by the Indian and the boy, ran alongside the steamer to the lifeboat which had been torn from the _Queen Mary's_ deck and cast on the sands some twenty yards from the wreck. It was here that the attack had taken place. Traces of it remained. The body of one of those whom the boy had described as "devils" was half-hidden in a hollow. But a cry of pain rose from behind the boat. Simon and the Indian ran round it and saw a man cowering there, with his forehead bound up in a bloodstained handkerchief. "Rolleston!" cried Simon, stopping short in bewilderment. "Edward Rolleston!"