"Ho, ho, ho," he chuckled; "just as if a man could ever be too old to love a pretty girl. Old women are old women, and not much account; but a staunch, sturdy, seasoned man, why he's like old oak, and makes the best o' building wood. Now, then, where's the skipper? It's high time for us to be sheering off." He pretty well knew from former observations where to encounter Gil; and, creeping cautiously amongst the bushes, he waited his time, and rose up before him as he was making for the bridge. "All right, skipper," he whispered. "Breakers ahead! Hard down, and let's get back the other way." Gil knew Wat too well to think that he would deceive him or be mistaken, and, placing himself under his guidance, he followed him to the back of the garden, where they leaped the fence, and at last reached the edge of the pool. "There's no other way to get back without being seen, skipper," whispered Wat. "We must wade across here; and, if it gets too deep, try a swim. They're watching to pook us by the bridge." "Who is watching?" whispered Gil. "Mas' Cobbe and that dandy Jack." "Let them watch!" muttered Gil, as he thought of his parting from Mace that night; and with light heart, and a feeling of readiness to encounter anything for his young love's sake, the young man followed his companion into the cold, dark waters of the Pool. Volume 2, Chapter II. HOW SIR MARK SHOWED HIS HEART. "Have I drunk some love potion?" muttered Sir Mark to himself very early the next morning, "or am I going back to my calf-love days? Here have I enjoyed more conquests than any man at the court. I came down to the Moat, and pretty Mistress Anne Beckley throws herself into my arms; then I come on here to find myself regularly taken--trapped as it were. She does what she likes with me, even as she does with that bully, Carr. I fight against it, and make myself worse. I declare I will think of her no more, but go back and swear allegiance to pretty red-haired Mistress Anne, when Mace's eyes rise up before me, and turn me from my way. She is so calm and sweet, and seems so pure, that I am beaten." He walked up and down the old parlour, where Janet was bringing in the various preparations for the breakfast, coquetting about till she caught his eye and smiled and looked down, throwing out invitation after invitation, when, as she passed close to him, he caught her in his arms and kissed her, easily overcoming the girl's faint opposition, and repeating the salute till she broke away and made off, leaving him smiling at his success. "Why, there isn't a woman living that I could not win," he said to himself. "Bah! What an idiot I am. What are the kisses of such a creature as that worth compared to the slightest smile of such a girl as Mace? I am sick at heart!"