"Meg Merrilies, the old devil's limb of a gipsy witch." "Is she still alive?' "Yaw." "And in this country?" "And in this country. She was at the Kaim of Derncleugh, at Vanbeest Brown's last wake, as they call it, the other night, with two of my people, and some of her own blasted gipsies." "That's another breaker ahead, Captain! Will she not squeak, think ye?" "Not she--she won't start--she swore by the salmon, [*The great and inviolable oath of the strolling tribes] if we did the kinchin no harm, she would never tell how the gauger got it. Why, man, though I gave her a wipe with my hanger in the heat of the matter, and cut her arm, and though she was so long after in trouble about it up at your borough-town there, der deyvil! old Meg was as true as steel." "Why, that's true, as you say," replied Glossin. "And yet if she could be carried over to Zealand, or Hamburg, or--or--anywhere else, you know, it were as well." Hatteraick jumped upright upon his feet, and looked at Glossin from head to heel.--"I don't see the goat's foot," he said, "and yet he must be the very deyvil!--But Meg Merrilies is closer yet with the Kobold than you are--ay, and I had never such weather as after having drawn her blood. Nein, nein, I'll meddle with her no more-she's a witch of the fiend--a real deyvil's kind--but that's her affair. Donner and wetter! I'll neither make nor meddle-- that's her work.--But for the rest--why, if I thought the trade would not suffer, I would soon rid you of the younker, if you send me word when he's under embargo." In brief and undertones the two worthy associates concerted their enterprise, and agreed at which of his haunts Hatteraick should be heard of. The stay of his lugger on the coast was not difficult, as there were no king's vessels there at the time. CHAPTER XXXV. You are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bids you--Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians. Othello.