Yet he, unlike his wife, had many a secret regret over Kinraid's fate.

At first, while merely the fact of his disappearance was known, Daniel Robson had hit on the truth, and had stuck to his opinion that the cursed press-gang were at the bottom of it.

He had backed his words by many an oath, and all the more because he had not a single reason to give that applied to the present occasion.

No one on the lonely coast had remarked any sign of the presence of the men-of-war, or the tenders that accompanied them, for the purpose of impressment on the king's ships.

At Shields, and at the mouth of the Tyne, where they lay in greedy wait, the owners of the _Urania_ had caused strict search to be made for their skilled and protected specksioneer, but with no success.
All this positive evidence in contradiction to Daniel Robson's opinion only made him cling to it the more; until the day when the hat was found on the shore with Kinraid's name written out large and fair in the inside, and the tell-tale bit of ribbon knotted in the band.