n follow it.'

[Footnote 1: _Dukkerin gillie_, incantation song.]

[Footnote 2: _Livin' mullos_, wraiths.]

We did as Shift suggested, and afterwards began our search. She
proposed that we should go at once to Knockers' Llyn, where she had
seen Winifred the day before sitting and talking to herself. We
proceeded towards the spot.

IV

The Gypsy girl was as lithe and active as Winifred herself, and
vastly more powerful. I was wasted by illness and fatigue. Along the
rough path we went, while the morning gradually broke over the east.
Great isles and continents of clouds were rolled and swirled from
peak to peak, from crag to crag, across steaming valley and valley;
iron-grey at first, then faintly tinged with rose, which grew warmer
and richer and deeper every moment.

'It's a-goin' to be one of the finest sunrises ever seed,' said the
Gypsy girl. 'Dordi! the Gorgios come to see our sunrises,' she
continued, with the pride of an owner of Snowdon. 'You know this is
the only way to see the hills. You may ride up the Llanberis side in
a go-cart.'

Racked with anxiety as I was. I found it a relief during the ascent
to listen to the Gypsy's talk about Winifred. She gave me a string of
reminiscences about her that enchained, enchanted, and yet harrowed
me. A strong friendship had already sprung up between me and my
companion; and I was led to tell her about the cross and the curse,
the violation of my father's tomb and its disastrous consequences.
She was evidently much awed by the story.

'Well,' said she, when I had stopped to look round, 'it's my belief
as the cuss is a-workin' now, and'll have to spend itself. If it
could ha' spent itself on the feyther as did the mischief, why all
well an' good, but, you see, he's gone, an' left it to spend itself
on his chavi; jist the way with 'em Gorgio feythers an' Romany
daddies. It'll have to spend itself, though, that cuss will, I'm
afeard.'

'But,' I said, 'you don't mean that you think for her father's crime
she'll have to beg her bread in desolate places.'

'I do though, wusser luck,' said the Gypsy solemnly, stopping
suddenly, and standing still as a statue.

'And this,' I ejaculated, 'is the hideous belief of all races in all
times! Monstrous if a lie--more monstrous if true! Anyhow I'll find
her. I'll traverse the earth till I find her. I'll share her lot with
her, whatever it may be, and wherever it may be in the world. If
she's a beggar, I'll beg by her si