"If you refuse, I refuse," I replied. "I stake everything on this, Peter Trevisa. If I fail to bring that maid here to Treviscoe, it will mean that I am a dead man, for I swear that I will not give up while I am alive. If I promise, I promise." This I said firmly, for I knew the danger which attended my work. "But I will do right, you may trust me," wheedled the old man. "Maybe," I replied; "do as I say, or I refuse. I simply demand that you write the matter down and sign it. On conditions that I bring the maid, Nancy Molesworth, to Treviscoe, within two months, you give me back the Trevanion deeds, the paper I gave Prideaux, and a declaration that you forgive me the money you mentioned. If I do not bring the maid here in that time, it shall be returned to you, and you can destroy it." He tried to wriggle out of this, and brought forward as many objections as if he were a lawyer. But I did not yield, and so at length, doubtless believing they would be able to get the better of me, even if I succeeded in my mission, he promised. "Let us send for Lawyer Hendy at once, and then the matter will be settled," he said, as though he were thinking of means whereby he could keep me in his power. "Not yet," I said; "there is yet another condition." "No, no!" he cried; "I have made no more conditions." "This will have to be complied with," I replied with a laugh, for to see these men yielding to my terms made me merry. "What more do you want?" asked old Peter after many words. "I demand that Lawyer Hendy shall manage Trevanion while I am away," I said. "If I do not return in two months you may conclude that I am dead. In that case I demand that certain sums of money be given to the servants who have served our family for many years." These sums I named, also the servants to whom they were to be given. "I agree to the first part of the condition, not the second," cried old Peter. "Why?" I asked. "Do you expect me to fail? Do you think I shall be killed? Is the expedition so dangerous? A little while ago you said it was very easy, and that I should be sure to succeed." "But it is not fair," whined he. "In that case I should lose much money for nothing." "And I risk everything. You will have to do this only in case of my death. I may lose my life, and you refuse to lose a few paltry guineas." "I tell you I will not!" he cried. "Very well, then you may get some one else to do your work." "Then I will have Trevanion. Every stick, every field, every jot and tittle will be mine, and you will have to leave the county a vagrant," shrieked the old man. "No," I said firmly. "I will go to Endellion on my own account. Possibly the maid might bring me fortune." "But you promised you would not," pleaded young Peter. "I promised nothing of the sort. I said I would tell no man. Neither will I." "But you hate women," he continued; "you have refused your lawyer to marry a woman with money, even although it might save your estates!"