up and caught hold of the bundles and went off with them like the
very devil. Le Mierre and his man were up the cliff again before I
could whistle to them that I was by. I've meant to tell Le Mierre
some day; and it seems to me now's the time for him and his girl to
know."

"And what good would that be, I'd like to be told! He'd only do his
best to pay you out for being a sneak."

"I've thought, too, of letting the constables of the parish know of
it," pursued Corbet quietly.

"And a fine row there'd be! Do you think you, a poor fisherman,
would be believed when you went to tell tales of him, a rich farmer!
Bah, you must be mad, Perrin Corbet."

Now the fisherman had all the island reverence for his betters. He
really spoke to ease his mind; but he was very far from longing to
deliver up Dominic to justice, in spite of the pricking of his
conscience, which whispered to him that he was like an accomplice in
a crime if he did not tell of the smuggling business. He was silent
now, and Ellenor began to speak again.

"If you take my advice you won't meddle with Monsieur Le Mierre at
all. Are you forgetting that his family has always been well known
for its wizards and witches? Bah, Perrin, have you so soon forgotten
how the grandfather of Monsieur used to throw black powder on people
if they offended him, and then they would be taken ill all of a
sudden? And over and over again, at the _Sabbat des Sorciers_ of a
Friday night on Catioroc Hill, the very mother of Dominic has been
seen, dancing with all the rest!"

Perrin stopped short and whistled.

"Well, you won't hardly believe me, but I had quite forgotten! Of
course now I remember all you say. No, no, I can't meddle with him.
His whole family has always been known to have dealings with the
devil. Well, here we are to Les Casquets, let's go in and perhaps
your mother will give me a cup of tea."

"Go in by yourself, if you like! As for me, I'm off, a bientot,
Perrin!"

Ellenor walked slowly in the direction which would lead her furthest
away from the cottage. She wound in and out of low, prickly gorze
bushes covering the moorland till she reached Pleinmont Point, then
she ran down a gently sloping grass valley till she got to the sea.
She had an appointment with Dominic at Pezerie, the bottom of the
valley which skirted the rocky coast. It was blowing hard, and yet a
dense mist hung over the sea. Once, like a ghost, a boat with a
velvety brown sail, flitted a