brighter, the Gypsy's lithe, catlike tread never faltered. The rise
and fall of her bosom were as regular and as calm as in the
public-house. Such agility and such staying power in a woman
astonished me. Finding no trace of Winnie, we returned to the little
plateau by Knockers' Llyn.

'This is the place,' said the Gypsy; 'it used to be called in old
times the haunted llyn, because when you sings the Welsh dukkerin
gillie here or plays it on a crwth, the Knockers answers it. I dare
say you've heard o' what the Gorgios call the triple echo o' Llyn
Ddu'r Arddu. Well, it's somethin' like that, only bein' done by the
knocking sperrits, it's grander and don't come 'cept when they hears
the Welsh dukkerin gillie. Now, you must hide yourself somewheres
while I go and touch the crwth in her favourite place. I think she'll
come to that. I wish though I hadn't brought ye,' she continued,
looking at me meditatively; 'you're a little winded a-ready, and we
ain't begun the rough climbing at all. Up to this 'ere pool Winnie
and me and Rhona Boswell used to climb when we was children; it
needed longer legs nor ourn to get farther up, and you're winded
a-ready. If she should come on you suddent, she's liker than not to
run for a mile or more up that path where we've just been and then to
jump down one of them chasms you've just seed. But if she does pop
on ye, don't you try to grab her, whatever you do; leave me alone for
that. You ain't got strength enough to grab a hare; you ought to be
in bed. Besides, she won't be skeared at me. But,' she continued,
turning round to look at the vast circuit of peaks stretching away as
far as the eye could reach, 'we shall have to ketch her to-day
somehow. She'll never go back to the cottage where you went and
skeared her; and if she don't have a fall, she'll run about these
here hills till she drops. We shall have to ketch her to-day somehow.
I'm in hopes she'll come to the sound of my crwth, she's so uncommon
fond on it; and if she don't come in the flesh, p'rhaps her livin'
mullo will come, and that'll show she's alive.'

She placed me in a crevice overlooking the small lake, or pool, which
on the opposite side was enclosed in a gorge, opening only by a cleft
to the east. Then she unburdened herself of a wallet containing the
breakfast, saying, 'When I come back we'll fall to and breakfiss.'
She then, as though she were following the trail, made a circuit of
the pool and disappeared through the