The pompous officer departed, leaving Nuttall in a cold perspiration despite the heat of the morning.  He was thankful that the fellow had not asked the question he most dreaded, which was how he, a debtor, should come by the money to buy a wherry.  But this he knew was only a respite.  The question would presently be asked of a certainty, and then hell would open for him.  He cursed the hour in which he had been such a fool as to listen to Peter Blood’s chatter of escape.  He thought it very likely that the whole plot would be discovered, and that he would probably be hanged, or at least branded and sold into slavery like those other damned rebels-convict, with whom he had been so mad as to associate himself.  If only he had the ten pounds for this infernal surety, which until this moment had never entered into their calculations, it was possible that the thing might be done quickly and questions postponed until later.  As the Secretary’s messenger had overlooked the fact that he was a debtor, so might the others at the Secretary’s office, at least for a day or two; and in that time he would, he hoped, be beyond the reach of their questions.  But in the meantime what was to be done about this money?  And it was to be found before noon!

Nuttall snatched up his hat, and went out in quest of Peter Blood.  But where look for him?  Wandering aimlessly up the irregular, unpaved street, he ventured to enquire of one or two if they had seen Dr. Blood that morning.  He affected to be feeling none so well, and indeed his appearance bore out the deception.  None could give him information; and since Blood had never told him of Whacker’s share in this business, he walked in his unhappy ignorance past the door of the one man in Barbados who would eagerly have saved him in this extremity.

Finally he determined to go up to Colonel Bishop’s plantation.  Probably Blood would be there.  If he were not, Nuttall would find Pitt, and leave a message with him.  He was acquainted with Pitt and knew of Pitt’s share in this business.  His pretext for seeking Blood must still be that he needed medical assistance.

And at the same time that he set out, insensitive in his anxiety to the broiling heat, to climb the heights to the north of the town, Blood was setting out from Government House at last, having so far eased the Governor’s condition as to be permitted to depart.  Being mounted, he would, but for an unexpected delay, have reached the stockade ahead of Nuttall, in which case several unhappy events might have been averted.  The unexpected delay was occasioned by Miss Arabella Bishop.