"All this should be nothing to thee, Roger, lad," said old Peter, becoming more and more familiar in his tones. "All the Trevanions for many generations have sought to help the oppressed. Thou hast the blood of thy fathers within thee. This is work worthy of the best. Besides, if thou wilt do this, both Peter and myself will befriend thee always. Peter's heart went out after the maid, and he longed to set her free. She is suffering, Roger, suffering greatly. Killigrew will rob her, and sell her to one of his brutal sons. Such a work as we asked will win the blessing of Heaven." "Have done with this Quaker talk!" I cried. "I care nothing about such things. Perchance the maid will be better off where she is than with you; perchance, too, one of these Killigrews will make a better husband for her than your puling lad." "Nay, think not so," cried the old man; "Peter is a good lad, weak in body, but quick in thinking, and hath a kind heart." "I like a fight," I blurted out; "I do not object to a rough bit of work, but----" I mused. "But what, Roger, lad?" "I hate aught that hath to do with women. This matter presents many difficulties. I must get to speak with the maid, if she be as you say. If not, I must carry her off by force. Anyway I shall have a wench on my hand for days. I dislike this. I am no woman's man, and I should repel her by my roughness." Peter's eyes glistened. "But you would be kind to her?" he asked eagerly. "Kind!" I replied. "I would always treat a helpless maid with respect. No man who is a man could be cruel to these poor things, who cannot fight for themselves. Still one cannot trust women. Mostly they would betray a man at a pinch even though he were fighting for their welfare." "That is why we are anxious to have such a man as you to help us," cried old Peter. "If we gave this to some, my lad would be eating his heart away with jealousy. He would think they would be plotting to take her away from him. But you, Roger, you have been badly treated by women, therefore----" "I should pay them scant courtesy," I interrupted. "I know a Trevanion would always treat a well-born maid as she should be treated. Besides----" "Besides what?" "If you promise to bring the maid here, you will bring her." "Yes," I replied grimly, "if I promise." "You are as clever as a lawyer, and strong as a horse," wheedled old Peter, "and a Trevanion always keeps his promise." To this I vouchsafed no reply, but I saw the old man's purpose in trying to flatter me. "Will you promise?" cried young Peter at length, after much more talk.