"So I had un fast in the lock-up, Cap’n," he went on, "and ’twas the talk o’ the village all day long. Squire himself heard on’t, and down he come, so he do, and bein’ hisself a justice o’ the peace he goos into the lock-up and zees the man, and axes un questions, not for my ears, me bein’ a constable; nay, I stood guard at the door; and when Squire coom out he says to me, ’Constable,’ says he, ’keep a good guard on un; he deserves hangen, ay, and his mates too.’ Never seed I Squire so mad-like; ’twas ’cos it was a lard, maybe, and on his own ground, as ’ee med say." "Ay, and nearer nor that," said a voice. The captain put down the tankard from which he was quaffing, and glared round the faces. They were blank as the wall behind them. "And now what’ll he say?" pursued the constable. "He were mad afore, ay sure; now he’ll ramp and roar worse nor the lion beast at Salisbury Fair. Ye med not believe it, Cap’n, but ’tis true for all that; the godless villain ha’ dared Squire an’ Sir Godfrey an’ me an’ all; ha’ broke his bonds an’ stole away, like a thief i’ the night, as the Book says." "What!" cried the captain, leaning forward and thumping the table. "Escaped, has he?" "A’ has so, like a eel off the hook." "Ha! ha! Stap me! eels are slippery things. But ’tis a rub for you, master constable. You’ll lose your place, i’ faith, you will." "Why now, it be no sin o’ mine. I left un snug in lock-up, I did, door double-locked and bar up, an’ went to take my forty winks like a honest poor man; an’ no sooner my back turned than out skips the pris’ner, like Simon Peter in the story. There be witchcraft in’t, an’ that ’ee ought to know, Cap’n, seein’ as the villain be your own sarvant." "Eh, fellow?" "Sakes alive, I thowt as ’ee knowed that all the time! Sure ’twas John Simmons, your honour’s own body-slave, so to speak. An’ I was main glad to see ’ee, Cap’n, ’cause now ’ee know un for what he is, ’ee’ll help me to cotch un, in the Queen’s name." "Knows where he be, I’ll be bound," said one of the group in a low tone. The captain sprang from his chair, ran round the table, and, before the speaker could defend himself, he caught him by the throat and hurled him to the floor. "Zounds, loon!" he cried in a passion, "what do you mean? Will you affront me, eh? will you mouth your cursed insults to my very face? Odzooks, I’ll slit your weazand, hound, and any man of you that dares a hint o’ the sort, so ’ware all!" The men looked abashed and uncomfortable; the hostess was pale with apprehension, and the constable edged away from the irate captain. His burst of passion over, he turned to Mrs. Joplady and spoke in quieter tones.