The jailer was highly excited.
"I've got word--but no note!" he whispered hoarsely.

"Quick! Is it worth--" "Yes! Yes!" Nathaniel dug the gold pieces out of his pockets and dropped them into the jailer's outstretched hand.
"I've had my boy watching Winnsome Croche's house," continued the sheriff, white with the knowledge of the risk he was taking.

"An hour ago Winnsome came out of the house and went into the woods.

My boy followed.

She ran to the lake, got into a skiff, and rowed straight out to sea.