Overhung as it was by willows, and enclosed by slimy piles and masses of fern-hung rock, it was a gruesome place, at mid-day, with the sun shining. By night its very aspect would have been enough to deter most men from venturing to plunge in. It, however, had no deterrent effect upon Gil, who leaned forward, peering into the darkness, to see if he could reach the drowning man; but finding that he was swept away by the stream, and being drawn round by the eddy towards the falling torrent which came over in a sheet, he plunged boldly in, caught the first part of the drowning man's garments he could seize, and swam strongly towards the lower part of the waste water, where Wat Kilby was ready to give him a helping hand, half dragging him out, and at the same time whispering a few words in his ear. Jeremiah Cobbe was beside them directly, eagerly asking who it was they had saved. "It looks like your guest, Master Cobbe," said Gil sourly. "There, he is not drowned, but coming-to fast. I'll leave you to take him home; and, perhaps, you had better tell him to keep in the house at night, as you have taken to the bad habit of setting traps to catch your friends." "Not for my friends, Gil Carr, but for those who act like rats or other vermin, and steal round my place at ungodly hours," cried the founder angrily. "Call it what you will, Master Cobbe," said Gil, coldly, "I'll say good-night;" and without another word he walked away to change his wet garments, while the founder helped his half-drowned guest back to the house. Volume 1, Chapter VI. HOW WAT KILBY WENT WOOING. Sir Mark's wound was of such a nature that, being a young and healthy man, it would soon have healed up; but his imprudence in leaving the house, and his immersion, gave matters so unfavourable a turn that next morning he was unable to leave his bed, and, on a messenger arriving from the Moat with Sir Thomas Beckley's inquiries how it was Sir Mark had not returned, he was sent back with the news of the young man's accident, nothing being mentioned about the sword-wound. The result was that Gil, in the course of the morning, when he happened to be strolling in that direction, met Sir Thomas and his daughter on their way to Roehurst, followed by a servant laden with a basket. Mistress Anne's face turned white, then rosy red, as she saw Gil approach, and as her eyes met his they were full of reproach and angry resentment, which rapidly gave place to a girlish, half-playful manner as soon as Sir Thomas mentioned the cause of his visit. "A perilous accident has befallen my guest, Captain Carr," said the baronet, pompously--"Sir Mark Leslie, a Scottish gentleman, a special messenger from his Majesty, who has come here on important business. He was nearly drowned last even, and is now ill abed. We have brought him some simples and medicaments of Dame Beckley's own preparation, and we hope soon to have him back."