Jaspar started and turned pale, for the voice was a familiar one.
"Where is he?" called Jaspar again, concluding that he must have
mistaken the voice.
"Here!" again came forth from the crowd, and Hatchie stepped forward.
"Hell!" exclaimed Jaspar, staggering back as he recognized the man whom
he supposed his rifle-ball had sent to furnish food for the fishes. But
he recovered his courage instantly, feeling the danger of betraying
himself.
"Here is the reward," stammered he, holding out the money.
"Never!" said Hatchie; and, before the crowd could clearly understand
the nature of the case, he had vanished behind a heap of freight.
At Jaspar's suggestion, a diligent search was made in every part of the
boat, but the mulatto was nowhere to be found. Jaspar, as usual,
invented a story to account for the strangeness of the incident which
had occurred. A liberal reward offered by him failed to produce the
preserver of Emily.
CHAPTER VIII.
"'Tis much he dares;
And to that dauntless temper of his mind
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor
To act in safety.
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