The girl stepped aside with the lad, when the latter laid: 

“They’re coming for him.”

“For whom?”

“That man.”

The lad, pointed toward the detective.

“Who is coming?”

“The crew of the ‘Nancy.’  They’re all wild drunk, and they’re sure to try to hurt him.”

“How do they know he is here?”

“Someone ran in the tavern and told ’em.”

“Who was it?”

“I don’t know.  I was down there ‘laying around’ on the watch, when a man ran in and whispered something to the big mate, and then the men all took a ‘stiff tin’ and with oaths and curses started to go to your daddy’s cabin.  I ran ahead of them to warn you.”

“They will not harm me.”

“No, but they are after him sure!” again the lad pointed toward the detective.

“All right, Tommy, you go and watch them, we’ll look out.”

Renie returned to where the detective stood, and said: 

“Come with me, we’ve not a moment to spare.”

“What’s the matter now?”

“The gang have learned that you are still on the coast; they are all mad drunk, and they’re coming for you!”

“Which way are the men coming?”

“They are going to my father’s cabin, and if they do not find you there they will commence a search for you; they’re all mad with liquor, and should they find you, no power on earth can save you!”

“Nonsense! they cannot harm me.  I only fear for you; and now listen, I’ve other work around here beyond the duty of breaking up the gang of smugglers.  I’m going to solve the mystery of your life, fathom the secret of Betsy Pearce, and mark my, words, I’ll succeed!”

“Oh, do not remain here to-night! listen, they are almost upon us! fly with me!  I can place you in a hiding-place!”

“If I lose my life to-night, it will be your fault, Renie.”

“My fault?”

“Yes.”

“How so?”

“Because you will not do as I say.”

“What shall I do?”

“Go to your father’s cabin, and deny any knowledge of me.”

“You demand that I shall leave you?”

“Yes.”

“I go at your command!”

The girl glided away.

Meantime the detective heard loud voices and signs of intense excitement over at the boatman’s cabin, which was not more than six hundred feet distant from where the detective and Renie stood, while the conversation which we have repeated was in progress.

Strange feelings were raging in the detective’s bosom at that moment.  He had known the beautiful barefooted girl but a few hours, and he had come to feel more interest in her than he had ever cherished for any other human being since the day he had laid his widowed mother to rest in the church-yard.

When he had first glanced at the girl under the exciting circumstances of that truly eventful night, he had considered her a rustic beauty, handsome, but ignorant; but alas! a better knowledge of her taught him that she was a refined and educated girl, despite the fact of the bare feet, her unkempt hair, and long residence among the fishermen and smugglers of the coast.