"Perhaps you are right," Tompkins agreed. "Come along, boys! We'll teach the wretch that he must be civilized, if he will live in a civilized country!"
And the sturdy villager led off, the whole crowd following in his rear with indignant faces.
There was indeed a dark look-out for Captain Gregg.
From his library window in the village mansion he was watching the fire, and saw the crowd march in a funeral-like procession down from the bluff along the beach toward the village.
The countess saw, too, and compressed her lips tightly.
"Ze crisis is coming!" she hissed, sharply--so sharply that he started violently. "Ze crowd has heard of ze girl's death, and are coming for you."
He turned deathly pale; they would show him no mercy, as he had shown none to Susie, he well knew.
"We must escape from here, somehow!" he cried. "To submit to arrest means death--for you as well as myself."
"How so?"
"Did you not witness the whipping without attempting to interfere?" he sneered. "They'd string you up as quick as I--especially when investigation came to prove you to be Madame Lisset, the notorious French smuggler."
The woman's turn it was to whiten now, and a suppressed curse escaped from between her clinched teeth.
"I vas one big fool for evaire anchoring here, or having you for me agent," she replied. "Somesing must be done, and zat vera quick. What s'all it be?"
"There is but one course--flight. Go to my room and get all the money and jewels there. When you come back, I will be ready."
She obeyed, and in a very short space of time returned, dressed ready for escape.
Leaving the house by the rear door, they skulked hurriedly along a narrow lane.
This soon brought them out into the country, and into an orchard.
Without pausing, the chief of smugglers made a wide _detour_, which finally brought them out upon the beach, half a mile north of the village, and directly opposite the steamer "Countess," which lay a good two miles out at sea, at anchor.
A light row-boat was drawn upon the beach. This Gregg pushed off into the water, and sprung in, the countess following him. Then, seizing the oars, he pulled with all his skill and strength toward the steamer.
At the same time, a boat manned by half a dozen men, pulled out from the beach in front of the village, and this, too, was headed toward the steamer.
"Ha! they've suspected our dodge!" Gregg growled, on discovering the pursuit. "Curse them! I did not think discovery of our flight would be made so quickly."
"Will zey reach ze boat first?"
"By no means. I've got the start, and the steamer is a good half a mile farther from them than us, if not more!"
Let us look after Fritz.
The roof of the old rookery on the bluff has just fallen in, and millions of sparks go up toward the cloudy sky.
Is the young detective still within that old building?
He had heard Hartly, when he ran through the house, setting fire to it, and had yelled at the top of his voice for assistance.
But, either Hartly had not heard or did not heed his cries, for no assistance came.
Out in the hall, which adjoined the doorless room, the flames soon began to crackle ominously, and the pungent smell of smoke crept through the wall to his nostrils.
For a few moments Fritz stood transfixed with horror, as the peril of his situation began to dawn upon him.
He knew by the smell that the house was on fire; he knew that if he did not make a hasty escape he would be consumed in the merciless flames.
What was he to do?
Really, what was there he _could_ do?
He rushed about, scarcely aware what he was doing.
Suddenly his foot caught upon something, and he fell violently to the floor.
In all his after life he could look back with gladness upon that mishap, as it was the means of saving him from an awful death.
Quickly scrambling to his feet, he searched the floor; a moment later his hand came in contact with an iron ring. Pulling upon it, he raised a trap in the floor, disclosing a large aperture leading down into another pit below, which he concluded was a cellar.
Without pausing to consider what he was doing, he dropped down through the hole.
Anything was preferable to the horrible danger above.
He landed upon his feet upon a hard bottom of the cellar into which he had leaped.
In a moment thereafter there was a crash, and a portion of the rear roof over the cellar fell in.
The light of the burning timbers now gave him a view of his situation.
The cellar ran in under the whole of the house, and was nearly filled with boxes. The only stairway had been covered by the caving in of the floor, thus closing this avenue of escape.
The caving in, in turn, had been mainly caused by the falling of a heavy girder, from the second floor.
Directly in front of where Fritz had landed was a large well-like hole in the ground, that looked as if it might be very deep, and his only wonder was that he had not stepped off into it, in the darkness that had prevailed immediately after he had struck into the cellar.
"I vonder off dot vas a well, or ish der hole vot leads down into der cavern," he muttered, peering over the edge. "If der latter vos der case, I'm all righd, providin' I can git down. But off id vos a well, den I vos a gone sucker sure. I don'd see anydings off der rope-ladder."
Looking above his head, he however, discovered where a staple had been recently drawn out of a joist, and this satisfied him that it had been where the ladder had been fastened to, and that the hole was the same that penetrated into the cavern in the bluff.
"Der next t'ing vas to get down dere," he muttered. "If I jump, like ash not I preak mine neck, und den I pe ash pad off ash before, of not vorse."
There seemed no other way of getting down, however, and he resolved to take his chances, rather than remain in the cellar and become a target for the fallen fiery timbers.
With a prayer for safety he made the uncertain leap.