The door was shut immediately after.
Going swiftly but cautiously round by a back way, Henry approached the hut.

Strange and conflicting feelings filled his breast.

A blush of deep shame and self-abhorrence mantled on his cheek when it flashed across him that he was about to play the spy on his own mother.

But there was no mistaking Gascoyne's voice.
How the supposed pirate had got there, and wherefore he was there, were matters that he did not think of or care about at that moment.

There he was; so the young man resolved to secure him and hand him over to justice.
Henry was too honorable to listen secretly to a conversation, whatever it might be, that was not intended for his ears.