’He’s alive for the moment,’ muttered Sampson, ’but not enjoying life now, nor like to have another and a sweeter taste of it. So, my boy—one for Ophir—one for me—and one for Mirelle! You threatened to break a ruler across my head, did you? I’ll break something a deal harder over yours, or batter yours in.’ He drew a long breath and raised his hand, holding the pistol by the muzzle. ’Ready,’ he shouted; ’here goes!—one for——’ A scream of fury and fear combined, the scream of a beast rather than of a human being, and, in a moment, some one was on him, grasping his arm, and wrapping him round in rags rank with peat smoke. He could hardly make out who or what had grappled with him. He tried to disengage himself, but the hands, with long nails like claws, tore at him, and the rags entangled his arms, and the hoarse, discordant shrieks in his ear deafened, bewildered him. Had a scarecrow assumed life, or leaped on him from a field, to arrest his murderous hand, or had some spectre of the wood, some dead creature, risen out of the leaf-mould that had covered it to attack him? For a moment fear curdled his heart’s blood and paralysed his arm; and the creature, whatever it was, took advantage of the moment to wrench the whip out of his hand. ’I’ll kill you! I’ll rip your heart and liver out wi’ my nails. I’ll bite my way through to ’em——’ Then Sampson recovered himself. He knew with whom he had to do. ’Keep off, Joyce, you fool!’ he shouted, and thrust her from him with a blow. But like a tiger she leaped at him again, and bit at his hand and screamed. In her mad fury she could scarce form and utter words. Sampson Tramplara backed to the gate, defending himself with his pistol. He struck her repeatedly, but she felt nothing. If he had cut her with a knife she would not have known it, dominated as she was by her fury. ’You fool, Joyce, let me alone, or I will kill you!’ ’You’ve killed the maister, you’ve killed ’n. I’ll tear you to bits, I will.’ ’Stand back! look to your master. If you want him to live, you must mind him at once.’ That answered; that alone could have answered. She drew back. ’I’ll see,’ she said; ’if you’ve killed ’n, you’ll niver escape me. I’ll hunt you over airth and under water; I’ll go after’y through the very fire. You’ll not escape me. I’ll see if he be alive or dead, but happen what may,’ she said, and raised his whip over her head, ’you shall take that for a first taste.’ Then she brought the lash down with all the weight of her arm, and the force her fury lent her, across his face. The lash cut it, and he staggered back and put his hands over his eyes, and cried out with pain. Then she stepped back to where Herring lay in the road. Young Tramplara stood for a moment, blinded with the blow and convulsed with rage. His first impulse was to rush after her and beat her down and stamp the life out of her. But prudence prevailed; he took the opportunity to unhitch his horse, mount, and ride away.