collapsed in a heap on the floor, then the other, upon whom he still held a gun. At last his eyes went to the unconscious boy near the wall.
âThat would be the Gypsyâthe cousin of the lad who brought your message?â he asked, now turning his attention back to Tierney
âYesâheâ¦it was his idea to write the noteâ¦he said one of his people would deliver it, but in truth I didnât really hope.â
The boy let his words drift off, unfinished. Morgan noted his obvious discomfort and decided it was more than likely a rare feeling for the young rascal.
Sandemon had gone to the Gypsy boy on the floor and was down on his knees, examining him. âHe is unconscious,â he said, looking up, âbut not badly hurt, I think.â
Morgan nodded. âWhat exactly is all this about? The cell door standing open, you fighting with your gaolersââ
âThey charged in here and began to beat on us!â The boyâs mouth thinned to a hard, indignant line. âThey were furious because we got a message to the outside!â
âYouâre fortunate it didnât go worse for you! I doubt that youâve any idea the kind of thugs youâre dealing with in a place like this.â
âOh, I think I do,â the boy grated, pointedly glancing at the arm encased in a grimy sling. âThis came about, for example, because I demanded some clean drinking water.â
Morgan grimaced. âAye,â he said quietly. âI am not unacquainted with the penal system myself.â He studied the boy for a moment. âYou have been released into my custody. I trust you will give me no cause for regret.â
The boy flushed, andâah, yesâ¦there it was again, that arrogant toss of the head, the defiant flare of the nostrils. Like a young and spirited thoroughbred.
So like his fatherâ¦like Michaelâ¦
âI can explain all this, sir.â
âNo doubt,â Morgan said. âAnd I am sure I will be altogether fascinated by your explanation. But that will have to wait, I fear. The first order of business is to get you out of here.â
He turned to Sandemon, who had come to stand near the door again. The black manâs expression was impassive, but Morgan knew him well enough to recognize the disapproval and guarded curiosity in his eyes.
âFind the chief warder. Tell him we need a physician at once.â He stopped. âMake sure he knows he has guards who need attention, not only a prisoner. Then I shall speak with the governor again before we leave for home.â
âSir?â
Morgan turned back to Tierney Burke, who motioned toward the Gypsy youth, still lying on the floor.
âCanât we take him with us? Please. I owe him, you see.â
Morgan stared at him. âImpossible! The boy is a total stranger to you. A prisoner.â He paused. âAnd a Gypsy.â
The blue eyes flashed. âHeâs a friend! He opened a vein for me! I wonât leave him here like this. Theyâll murder him.â
Morgan considered him, feeling an odd sort of approval for his heated outburst. So, then, it would seem there was even more of his father in him than mere good looks. Loyalty and a keen sense of fairness had always been strong in Michael.
Sandemon had stopped just outside the doorway and stood watching them. Morgan met his gaze and saw the troubled look, the doubt there.
Turning back to Tierney, he said, âOne canât simply take a Gypsy off as he pleases. We might very well bring the wrath of the whole tribe on Nelson Hall. His people would not take kindly to our interference.â
âOur interference would surely be preferable to leaving him here to be slaughtered! You
know
what they will do to him. He pulled a knife on the guards!â
He was right, of course. The boy was as good as dead if they left him. Gypsies were mere animals to bullies like theseâof no consequence whatever. Indeed, most