There stood Darrell and the lieutenant of the Guards who had arrested me, and between them, with clothes torn and muddy, face scratched and stained with blood, with panting breath and gleaming eyes, firmly held by either arm, was Phineas Tate the Ranter.

They had sent and caught him then, while I lay unconscious.

But what led them to suspect him?
There was the voice of a man speaking from the other side of this party of three.

I could not see him, for their bodies came between, but I recognised the tones of Robert, Darrell's servant.

It was he, then, who had put them on Jonah's track, and, in following that, they must have come on Phineas.
"We found the two together," he was saying, "this man and Mr Dale's servant who had brought the wine from the town.