"I overheard the plot when I did the other. Vernon is a common robber.
He came into the hold to conceal a bag of money he had stolen."
"A bag of money!" interrupted Henry, his thoughts diverted from the
subject.
"Ay, a bag of money."
"Do you know where they hid it?"
"I do; but why do you ask?" and Hatchie was much pained to discover in
Henry what he mistook for a feeling of rapacity. He wanted and expected
the perfection of an angel in the man who sustained the relation of
lover and protector to his mistress.
"Because I have been robbed of all I had in the world," replied Henry,
seeing the shade upon Hatchie's brow.
"Indeed!" exclaimed the mulatto, his doubts removed, and pleased in
being able to restore his money.
"The money is undoubtedly mine. Your noble devotion to your mistress has
thus proved a fortunate thing for me. But about the pistols?"
Hatchie related the means he had used to derange Maxwell's plan.
"I shall never be able to repay the debt I owe you," said Henry, warmly,
as the mulatto finished his story.
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