I let him go, for he could be of no further use to me; then I gave Chestnut rein, and a few minutes later was safe on the high-road. CHAPTER X. THE ESCAPE FROM ENDELLION. All the events which I have just described happened so suddenly that I had been able to think of nothing beyond obtaining my liberty. On reaching the high-road, however, I began to cast about for my course of procedure. Knowing that I should probably be followed, I had to decide quickly, but although I racked my wits sorely, I could settle upon nothing that pleased me. For, foolish as it may seem, no sooner was I away from Endellion, than I wanted to be back again, and now that it seemed impossible for me to keep my bargain with Peter Trevisa, I felt more than ever determined to take the maid Nancy Molesworth to Treviscoe. I found myself constantly pitying her too, and wondering how she would fare among the Killigrews. My first determination to ride towards London I abandoned, and so I rode on dejectedly until I bethought me of a sentence which Benet Killigrew had let drop about a priest coming from Padstow who was to wed Mistress Nancy to Otho. This decided me, and without more ado I touched Chestnut's side with my heels, and rode towards St. Enedock, from which I had heard I should be able to get a ferry-boat to take me across the Camel River to Padstow. Although the road was none of the best, I reached St. Enedock in a little more than an hour; and then I began to look about me to obtain the ferry-boat. Did I not believe I was hardly pressed for time, I should have stayed at this village for some time, for it was talked about throughout the county. It had been averred that the whole place was often covered with sand, while the church was so much buried that the people often had a difficulty in entering. Indeed report had it that the vicar only conducted a service therein once a year so as to be able to claim his tithes, and in order to do this he had to climb in at one of the windows. Although it was but two hours past midnight I succeeded in waking the ferryman, who lived in a hut close by the river, and after some argument succeeded in persuading him to take me across. Long before we had reached the little landing-place at Padstow, I found that he was somewhat of a character, and possessed strong religious views. "I can see you are a staunch Protestant," I said after a good deal of talking on his part. "Down with Popery I do zay, sur," was his response. "And yet one of your great families are Papists." "You do main the Rosecarricks." "No." "Who then; the Killigrews?" "Yes." "They belong to th' ould Sur Nick, and the young Killigrews be sons of hell," he cried with energy. "Supposing one of them were to come enquiring of you whether I came across here?" I asked. He looked at me keenly. "Be you a Protestant?" he asked. "Sound," I replied. "And p'r'aps you doan't want me to know who you be?" he queried slyly. "You are a clever man," I answered.