"I just spoke," was his reply. "But I couldn't get no answer. One and t'other, they looked like cats as had been fair nicked by a blacksmith's dog, and they youped and trembled whensoever I spoke--and wouldn't answer, more than bats in a rick-yard. As to Sal, I couldn't get nothing out of she, save that a white dove had flown again her bedroom winder, and had called out, 'Come, spirit, come;' and as to brother Benjamin, he nodded and spoke Dutch, he war that mazed and foolish, and while he war taking on like, who should step inside but his son Frank. And Frank he come in bold as a lion, and trim as a dandy with a bobbish tie, and he said, 'Here be Malachi, him as was born under this roof when my missus war took worse all of a sudden. He be a tall young fellow, hale, hearty, and fresh as a May sprig. He have joined the volunteers, and has at home his uniform, which be next best to a general's.' And when brother Ben heard him, he fair burst out in a rage. 'What matters it,' he saith, 'what generals, or kings, or thy sons clothe themselves in, or who has beef or beer when _I_ sits in mortal fear;' and he shivered and quailed same as a poor body in a Poorhouse as hasn't nought of his own, not so much as his own pipe or the shirt to his back. And while father and son were talking, Malachi he comed up, and he said, smiling like an April day, 'Never you fear, grandad, for all I'm young, I know of a charm as 'ull free you from all her hanky-panky ways.' And then, without a word from his grandad, he kind of touched his stick as if he war touchin' a pretty wench as he war keeping company with, and he started whistlin' an old tune, and he called out over his shoulder, 'I'll cure ye,' and laughed as one who has a joke all to hisself, and so out went Malachi. "Then there was quiet for a bit, and I heard naught but a crying of the wind outside; but suddenly voices got introduced, and we heard a crying and a calling and a scuffling in the garden, or thereabouts, loud as the cry of the Seven Whistlers; and I sat quiet till I could stand no more, then I peered out, and there, sure enough, war Malachi and the witch. "And Malachi, he called out, 'Down on yer knees, yer old hathan, or I'll beat yer--old witch as yer call yerself--black and blue if yer don't stir yer old tongue and say arter me, "I hain't got no magic, nor no charms neither, I be a born fool, and I swear I'll leave Benjamin Burbidge and his granddaughter for ever more alone."' "And the witch," continued old Thomas, "her did swear it. 'So help me God, I will,' her cried out; and her spoke as true as Gospel truth, for I think her meant it, for as Malachi said, 'tis wonderful, even with a witch, the magic of a stout ash-plant." Burbidge's words still rung in my ears when running up the garden path I saw my little maiden approaching me.