“ Then he will fly by water. We can stop him yet. He has not an hour's start.”
“ It may be that a boat awaits him at Rye or Hythe; but it is more like that he has all ready to depart from here. Ah, see yonder! I'll warrant that the Red Ferret is on board!”
Chandos had halted in front of his inn, and now he pointed down to the outer harbor, which lay two miles off across the green plain. It was connected by a long winding canal with the inner dock at the base of the hill, upon which the town was built. Between the two horns formed by the short curving piers a small schooner was running out to sea, dipping and rising before a sharp southerly breeze.
“ It is no Winchelsea boat,” said the Mayor. “She is longer and broader in the beam than ours.”
“ Horses! bring horses!” cried Chand
