Chapter
7
THE old man made his way back to the road and passed quickly along until he came to the main highway. Two men were seated in the shade of a bush, eating bread and cheese. They came quickly enough when he whistled them, tall, broad-shouldered men whose heavy jowls had not felt a lather-brush for days.
"Either of you boys know Johnny Gray?" he asked.
"I was on the 'moor' with him," said one gruffly, "if he's the fellow that went down for 'ringing in 'horses?"
Emanuel nodded.
"He's in the house, and it's likely he'll walk to the station, and likely enough take the short cut across the fields. That'll be easy for you. He's got to be coshed—you understand? Get him good, even if you have to do it in the open. If there's anybody with him, get him in London. But get him."
Emanuel
