22/63 "Philip is very young," she added, "but true as steel, and his head is older than his years." "Good," said the stranger, and he unfolded his plans. That night he must embark for France. He was expected by the master of the _Antelope,_ a schooner lying all ready to weigh anchor at Portallan, the harbour twelve miles distant. She would sail by the night tide, with or without him. It was understood that, if he were not there, evil had befallen him. |