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of smuggled lace and brandy and tobacco, ready to be
carried inland. Jim, dear, I was horribly frightened; for while they were
speaking together I thought I heard the voice of--of some one I
know--or used to know."
She stopped for a moment overcome, and I knew at once that she was
speaking of her husband, the schoolmaster that was. "And then," she
continued, "some of them told me to get down out of the trap. And then
another of them seized Nigger's head, and walked the trap as far as the
barn here. Then they unharnessed Nigger, and led him away, saying
they were short of horses, but would send him back in a day or two.
They seemed to know all about me, where I lived, and everything. One
of them took a faggot from a wall here, and laid the big fire, with straw
instead of paper. While he lit it he kept his great bee-skep on his head
(they all wore them), but I noticed he had three blue rings tattooed on

his left ring-finger. Now, somewhere I have seen a man, quite recently,
with rings tattooed like that, only I can't remember where. I wish I
could think where. He was very civil and gentle. He saw that the fire
burnt up well, and left me all those sticks and logs, as well as the flint
and steel, in case it should go out before the snow stopped. Oh, and he
took the rugs out of the trap, and laid them on the ground for me to sit
on. Before he left, he said, very civilly, "I am sure you don't want to get
folks into trouble, madam. Perhaps you won't mention this, in case they
ask you." So I said that I didn't want to get people into trouble; but that
it was hardly a manly act to leave a woman alone, in an open barn,
miles from anywhere, on a night like to-night. He seemed ashamed at
this; for he slunk off, saying something about 'only obeying orders,' and
'not having much choice in the matter.' Then they all stood about
outside, in the snow, leaving me alone here. They must have stayed
outside a couple of hours. About a quarter of an hour before you came I
heard some one call out, 'There it is, boys!' and immediately they all
trotted off, at a smart pace. They must have seen or heard some signal.
Of course, up here on the top of the combe, one could see a long way if
the snow lulled for a moment."
CHAPTER III
THE MAN ON THE MOUND
It was very awesome sitting there by the firelight in the lonely barn,
hearing the strange moan of the snow-wind. When Mrs Cottier finished
her story we talked of all sorts of things; I think that we were both a
little afraid of being silent in such a place, so, as we ate, we kept talking
just as though we were by the fireside at home. I was afraid that
perhaps the revenue officers would catch us there and force us to tell all
we knew, and I was dreadfully frightened when I remembered the
captain in the bee-skep who had shaken my throat and given me such a
warning to be silent. When we had finished our supper, I told Mrs
Cottier that perhaps we could harness old Greylegs to the trap, but this
she thought would never do, as the drifts on the road made it such bad
going; at last I persuaded her to mount old Greylegs and to ride astride
like a boy, or like so many of the countrywomen in our parts. When she

had mounted I took the old pony by the head and led him out, carrying
the lantern in my hand.
When we got outside we found, to our great surprise, that the sky had
cleared--it was a night of stars now that the wind had changed. By the
"blink" of the snow our road was quite plain to us, and the sharp touch
of frost in the air (which we felt all the more after our bonfire in the
barn) had already made the snow crisp underfoot. It was pleasant to be
travelling like that so late at night with Mrs Cottier; I felt like a knight
who had just rescued a princess from a dragon; we talked together as
we had never talked before. Whenever we climbed a bad combe she
dismounted, and we walked together hand in hand like dear friends.
Once or twice in the quiet I thought I heard the noise of the excisemen's
horses, and then my heart thumped in my throat; then, when I knew
myself mistaken, I felt only the delight of being of