"But that will mean his being taken before the magistrates, Rob." "Yes, and a long spell for him this time, or I'll know the reason why." "No, no," cried the girl, hurriedly. "You mustn't do that." "Why?" "Because he hates you enough as it is. He said he'd kill you." "Will he?" muttered Rolph, between his teeth. "And I should have to go before the magistrates as a witness; and there's no knowing what Caleb might say." Rolph looked at her searchingly, while she clung to him till he promised to let the matter rest. "But suppose he comes again?" "Father will take care of that," she said confidently. "But do mind yourself as you go. Caleb may be hiding, and waiting for you." "To come back here," he said sharply. "If he does, he'll find the door locked," said Judith quietly. "Must you go now?" "Yes: your father may come back." "But that doesn't matter now, Rob, does it? Why not tell him we're engaged?" "No, no: not yet. Leave that to me. Good-bye, now." He drew the clinging arms from about his neck rather roughly, gave the girl's lips a hasty kiss, and hurried out and across the clearing, turning back twice as he went to see Judith looking after him, with her face shadowed by tears, and then, as their eyes encountered, beaming with sunshine. And again, after he had passed out of sight, he stole back through the trees to find that she was still wistfully gazing at the spot where she saw him last. And, as unseen he watched her, his thoughts were many upon her unprotected state, and as to whether he ought not to stay until her father's return. "No," he said, "the beggar will not dare to come back!" and, after making a circuit of the place, and searching in all directions, he walked thoughtfully away, thinking of what must be done with regard to Caleb Kent, and then about his cousin, against whom his indignation grew hotter the more he thought of what he had seen. "She must have known that Caleb was in the cottage insulting Judith, and she was glorying in it and would not stir a step to save her, when her presence would have been enough to drive the beggar away. Oh, it seems impossible that a woman could be so spiteful. Hang it! Madge has got hold of that now. It's like being at her mercy. Phew! I'm getting myself in a devil of a mess. I meant to fight shy of her now altogether, but of course no fellow could help running to save a woman in distress." He stopped short, for a sudden thought struck him. "Then Judy hasn't heard about Glynne yet. Confound it all! what a tangle I'm getting in." He took out and lit a cigar. Then smoking rapidly, he felt better. "All right," he muttered; "the old woman sets that square, and the sooner they're off the estate the better for everybody. But there's no mistake about it, Judy is deuced nice after all." "Day, sir," said a sharp voice, and Rolph started round to find himself face to face with Hayle. "Ah, Ben!--you!"