Well, in about two weeks the Captain returned with his little son.
Expectation was on tip-toe. People's hearts beat in their mouths.
There were some who would not have been surprised at any startling
occurrence; an apparition of the scarred sea-dog, rushing along the
streets, slashing his sword about like a madman, would have seemed
to them nothing extraordinary, under the circumstances.
But expectation stood so long on tip-toe that it grew tired, and
came down a few inches. Nothing occurred to arouse the quiet
inhabitants. Captain Allen was seen to enter his dwelling about two
o'clock in the afternoon, and although not less than twenty sharp
pairs of eyes were turned in that direction, and never abated their
vigilance until night drew down her curtains, no one got even a
glimpse of his person.
Jacob Perkins left the town, and took refuge with a neighbor living
two miles away, on the first intimation of the Captain's return.
The next day passed, but no one saw the Captain. On the third day a
member of the inquisitorial committee, who had his house under
constant observation, saw him drive out with his son, and take the
road that went direct to the neighborhood where Jacob Perkins lay
concealed in the house of a friend.
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