isn't likely to let a fine young
man like Mr. Leo go."

"Come," I said, "at any rate she saved his life."

"Yes, and she'll take his soul to pay for it. She'll make him a witch,
like herself. I say it's wicked to have anything to do with those sort
of people. Last night, sir, I lay awake and read in my little Bible that
my poor old mother gave me about what is going to happen to sorceresses
and them sort, till my hair stood on end. Lord, how the old lady would
stare if she saw where her Job had got to!"

"Yes, it's a queer country, and a queer people too, Job," I answered,
with a sigh, for, though I am not superstitious like Job, I admit to a
natural shrinking (which will not bear investigation) from the things
that are above Nature.

"You are right, sir," he answered, "and if you won't think me very
foolish, I should like to say something to you now that Mr. Leo is out
of the way"--(Leo had got up early and gone for a stroll)--"and that is
that I know it is the last country as ever I shall see in this world.
I had a dream last night, and I dreamed that I saw my old father with
a kind of night-shirt on him, something like these folks wear when they
want to be in particular full-dress, and a bit of that feathery grass
in his hand, which he may have gathered on the way, for I saw lots of it
yesterday about three hundred yards from the mouth of this beastly cave.

"'Job,' he said to me, solemn like, and yet with a kind of satisfaction
shining through him, more like a Methody parson when he has sold a
neighbour a marked horse for a sound one and cleared twenty pounds by
the job than anything I can think on--'Job, time's up, Job; but I never
did expect to have to come and hunt you out in this 'ere place, Job.
Such ado as I have had to nose you up; it wasn't friendly to give
your poor old father such a run, let alone that a wonderful lot of bad
characters hail from this place Kor.'"

"Regular cautions," I suggested.

"Yes, sir--of course, sir, that's just what he said they was--'cautions,
downright scorchers'--sir, and I'm sure I don't doubt it, seeing what I
know of them, and their hot-potting ways," went on Job sadly. "Anyway,
he was sure that time was up, and went away saying that we should
see more than we cared for of each other soon, and I suppose he was
a-thinking of the fact that father and I never could hit it off together
for longer nor three days, and I daresay that things will be similar
when we meet again