"Very well; come help me off," said Capitola, pulling up her horse; then, as by a sudden impulse, she exclaimed: "I don't like this place either; it's right on top of the hill; so windy, and just see how rocky the ground is. No, I'll not sit and rest here, and that I tell you." "I am afraid you are trifling with me, my pretty bird. Take care; I'll not be trifled with," said the man. "I don't know what you mean by trifling with you any more than the dead. But I'll not sit down there on those sharp rocks, and so I tell you. If you will be civil and ride along with me until we get to the foot of the hill, I know a nice place where we can sit down and have a good talk, and I will tell you all my travels and you shall tell me all yours." "Ex-actly; and where is that nice place?" "Why, in the valley at the foot of the hill." "Come--come on, then." "Slowly, slowly," said Capitola; "I won't tire my horse." They rode over the hill, down the gradual descent and on toward the center of the valley. They were now within a quarter of a mile of the river, on the opposite side of which was Hurricane Hall and--safety! The stranger drew rein, saying: "Come, my cuckoo; here we are at the bottom of the valley; now or never." "Oh, now, of course; you see, I keep my promise," answered Capitola, pulling up her horse. The man sprang from his saddle and came to her side. "Please be careful, now; don't let my riding-skirt get hung in the stirrup," said Capitola, cautiously disengaging her drapery, rising in the saddle and giving the stranger her hand. In the act of jumping she suddenly stopped and looked down, exclaiming: "Good gracious! how very damp the ground is here, in the bottom of the valley!" "More objections, I suppose, my pretty one; but they won't serve you any longer. I am bent upon having a cozy chat with you upon that very turf," said the stranger, pointing to a little cleared space among the trees beside the path. "Now, don't be cross; just see how damp it is there; it would spoil my riding-dress and give me my death of cold." "Humph!" said the stranger, looking at her with a sly, grim, cruel resolve. "I'll tell you what it is," said Cap, "I'm not witty nor amusing, nor will it pay to sit out in the night air to hear me talk; but, since you wish it, and since you were so good as to guard me through these woods, and since I promised, why, damp as it is, I will even get off and talk with you." "That's my birdling!" "But hold on a minute; is there nothing you can get to put there for me to sit on--no stump nor dry stone?" "No, my dear; I don't see any." "Could you not turn your hat down and let me sit on that?" "Ha, ha, ha! Why, your weight would crush it as flat as a flounder!"