One thing was very certain: he was in danger from those enemies of his.

He would take care not to be caught like a rat in a trap.

He knew a better way than that! In musings such as these time swiftly fled away, and soon he heard the voices of Rosamund and her father in the house below.
Rosamund greeted him with shining eyes, and a glance of keen curiosity and soft admiration, which he found mighty pleasant.

She at least had not harboured unkind thoughts of him, and it was very plain that he had become the hero of her girlish dreams.

She wanted him to tell her all that had befallen him since their last meeting.
She listened with eager, breathless attention to what he had to say; and although he spoke nothing of the one event which was always in his thoughts, it seemed as though she half suspected that he had been the witness of, or the partaker in, some strange and fearsome adventure, for the colour went and came in her cheeks, and she seemed always waiting for more each time that he paused.
She asked in a low voice if he had heard anything of the bold act of robbery; and Tom answered that he had heard a good deal.