Was the singular sagacity displayed by the orator in his search purely intuitive?
Could any one have disclosed to him the secret of the passengers' hoards?
Was it possible for HER while sitting alone in the coach to have communicated with the band?
Suddenly the remembrance flashed across him of her opening the window for fresh air! She could have easily then dropped some signal.

If this were so, and she really was the culprit, it was quite natural for her own safety that she should encourage the passengers in the absurd suspicion of himself! His dying interest revived; a few moments ago he had half resolved to abandon his quest and turn back at Three Pines.

Now he determined to follow her to the end.

But he did not indulge in any further sophistry regarding his duty; yet, in a new sense of honor, he did not dream of retaliating upon her by communicating his suspicions to his fellow passengers.
When the coach started again, he took his seat on the top, and remained there until they reached Jamestown in the early evening.

Here a number of his despoiled companions were obliged to wait, to communicate with their friends.