an Dhu!"

You see, that we'd got a Davy Jones in them parts, a sort of a ghost.
The folks called it "Evan Dhu," or "Evan the Black."

Says I, quite quietly, "If you're afeard of Evan Dhu, why don't you ask
David to go along with you?"

"He's out in the fields by now," she answers, "taking care of the
calves."

"Wait till he's done with the calves, then," I observes, a-yawning.

Whereupon, dang me! if the girl didn't commence to whimper.

"Shiver my timbers, lass!" cries I, "if you're that frightened of the
ghost, dash me if I don't go with ye!"

This was just what this Jezebel wanted.

We walked together through the village of Glanwern, and I looked up
anxiously at the windows of Miller Howell's house, if perchance, indeed,
I might catch a glimpse of Rhoda. As we approached, I fancied I saw her
face in the top garret window. Perhaps I didn't. Anyhow, it wasn't
visible when we passed.

We trudged on slowly through the silence of that mountainous district,
our path lying through clefts and brushwood, till at length the black
Clwm Rock towered in front of us, like a hideous monster, in the
moonlight.

Suddenly I felt my arm gripped. The feeling, my lads--I give you the
word of honour of an old sailor,--was so strange, that I imagined Evan
Dhu had arrested me. Yes, indeed! It startled me. But I was in error.
It was not Evan Dhu. It was the false girl, Gwendoline Thomas.

"Ugh!" gasped she, as if she were terrified to hear the sound of her own
voice,--"ugh! I saw him, _dear_ Hugh! Yes, indeed."

"What?--who?" I asked.

"Hush--hush!" she whispered. "Speak not another word! We are in peril!
He will kill us!"

"Don't be a fool, Gwen!" says I, unceremonious-like, for she was
clinging to me quite desperate.

"Silence," she whispers, "or you'll provoke him! I tell you he is
watching me! There--there!"--a-pointing with her hand at the rock.

I'll own that at that particular moment I felt rum indeed--especially
when Gwen began to shake like an aspen, and seemed as if she'd fall
down. To save her, I clasped her resolutely round the waist; and thus,
with her head leaning on my shoulder, we passed the dreaded Clwm Rock,
the moon all the while shining full on us.

We had but just turned the corner toward Llanbrecht, when, I take my
solemn oath, I heard a deep-drawn sigh!

"Run!" whispered Gwen. "_That's him_!"

My lads, we did run every step of the way to Llanbrecht: and when Farmer
Jenkins hear