Before nine o'clock to-night you will see me cross the churchyard, as
far as this place, with the man you are to wait for. He is going to
spend an hour with the vicar, at the house yonder. I shall stop short
here, and say to him, 'You can't miss your way in the dark now--I will
go back.' When I am far enough away from him, I shall blow a call on
my whistle. The moment you hear the call, follow the man, and drop him
before he gets out of the church-yard. Have you got your cudgel?"
Thomas Wildfang held up his cudgel. Turlington took him by the arm, and
felt it suspiciously.
"You have had an attack of the horrors already," he said. "What does
this trembling mean?"
He took a spirit-flask from his pocket as he spoke. Thomas Wildfang
snatched it out of his hand, and emptied it at a draught. "All right
now, master," he said. Turlington felt his arm once more. It was
steadier already. Wildfang brandished his cudgel, and struck a heavy
blow with it on one of the turf mounds near them. "Will that drop him,
captain?" he asked.
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