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Much
more
might
the
thief
?
For
all
this
,
it
was
scarce
probable
,
that
a
man
would
make
a
midnight
expedition
to
steal
fruit
,
or
vegetables
,
in
such
cavalier
style
.
What
else
could
he
be
after
?
The
odd
manoeuvre
of
leaving
his
horse
under
cover
of
the
copse
,
and
coming
forward
on
foot
,
and
apparently
with
caution
,
as
far
as
could
be
seen
in
the
uncertain
light
,
was
of
itself
evidence
that
the
man
's
errand
could
scarce
be
honest
and
that
he
was
approaching
the
premises
of
Casa
del
Corvo
with
some
evil
design
.
What
could
it
be
?
Since
leaving
the
upper
plain
he
had
been
no
longer
visible
to
Calhoun
upon
the
housetop
.
The
underwood
skirting
the
stream
on
the
opposite
side
,
and
into
which
he
had
entered
,
was
concealing
him
.
"
What
can
the
man
be
after
?
"
After
putting
this
interrogatory
to
himself
,
and
for
about
the
tenth
time
--
each
with
increasing
emphasis
--
the
composure
of
the
ex-captain
was
still
further
disturbed
by
a
sound
that
reached
his
ear
,
exceedingly
like
a
plunge
in
the
river
.
It
was
slight
,
but
clearly
the
concussion
of
some
hard
substance
brought
in
contact
with
water
.
"
The
stroke
of
an
oar
,
"
muttered
he
,
on
hearing
it
.
"
Is
,
by
the
holy
Jehovah
!
He
's
got
hold
of
the
skiff
,
and
's
crossing
over
to
the
garden
.
What
on
earth
can
he
be
after
?
"
The
questioner
did
not
intend
staying
on
the
housetop
to
determine
.
His
thought
was
to
slip
silently
downstairs
--
rouse
the
male
members
of
the
family
,
along
with
some
of
the
servants
;
and
attempt
to
capture
the
intruder
by
a
clever
ambuscade
.
