"And you and Miss
Roden had better go back with him and stay in the carriage."
"No," said Dorothy, quietly.
"Oh no!" added Mrs. Vansittart.
And Major White moistened his lips with an air of patient toleration
for the ways of a sex which had ever been far beyond his comprehension.
"It seems," he said, when the carriage had rolled away over the noisy
stones, "that we are in good time. They do not expect him until nearly
ten. He has been attempting for some time to get the men to refuse to
work, and these same men have written to ask him to meet them at the
works at ten o'clock, when Roden is at Utrecht, and Von Holzen is out.
There is no question of reaching the works at all. They are going to
lie in ambush in a hollow of the Dunes, and knock him on the head about
half a mile from here north-east." And Major White paused in this great
conversational effort to consult a small gold compass attached to his
watch-chain.
The two women waited patiently.
"Fine place, these Dunes," said the major, after a pause. "Could
conceal three thousand men between here and Scheveningen."
"But it is not a question of hiding soldiers," said Mrs. Vansittart,
sharply, with a movement of the head indicative of supreme contempt.
"No," admitted White. "Better hide ourselves, perhaps. No good standing
here where everybody can see us. I'll fetch our friend. Think he'll
sleep if we let him. Chemist gave him enough to kill a horse.
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