Then Harry said in a low voice, "There are plenty of men at the mill; you might fetch some of them." George went towards the waggon without a word; but just as he was going to get in he turned round, "No, Harry, you must go.

Somebody must take the news on to Cacouna, and that can't be me." "Very well." Harry was in the waggon instantly, and away.

His first errand was quickly done.

In a very few minutes George could see, from the place where he kept watch, that the men began to hurry out of the mill, and come towards him in a confused throng.

Some, however, stayed to bring a kind of dray with them, and then, when these also had started, he could see Harry Scott moving slowly off in the waggon towards the town.
The dray came lumbering over the sand, and the men gathered round the dreadful heap under the brambles which must be lifted up and laid upon it, yet which no one seemed ready to be the first to touch.