"I am terribly weak, boy, and in a good deal of pain; but from what I
know of such things, I do not think my wounds are either deep or
dangerous, and if this is so, nature is the best chirurgeon. But you
say there is a way out?"
"Yes, father; and I am afraid that Fred Forrester has given notice, and
that it is watched."
"The young villain!" muttered Sir Godfrey, and somehow those words
seemed to send a sting through Scarlett's brain.
After a silence, Sir Godfrey went on.
"Well, my boy," he said, "I shall not be able to escape for days to
come. You must go and try and make your way to our friends."
"And leave you?"
"Only for a time, my boy, of course. You must find some of our men, and
come and get me away."
"I cannot leave you, father;" said Scarlett, firmly; and Sir Godfrey
remained silent for a time.
"Thank you, Scar," he said at last; "and of course I do not want to be
left. Can you propose any better way, for my thinking powers are very
weak?"