Some three hours later Mother Goodhugh was partaking of her breakfast-- no simple meal, but one of substance, graced as it was with eggs and goodly bacon-rashers, gifts of foolish peasants' wives who came to consult her concerning sick pigs, failing poultry, and milk-dry cows-- the door was wide open, and the sparrows, after chirping about amongst the thatch, dropped down one by one, hopped right in, and kept picking up the crumbs the old woman threw from time to time upon the red brick floor.

Sometimes she made a sound with her lips which brought others down to partake of her bounty, much to the annoyance of an old one-eyed magpie, which hopped to and fro in a wicker-cage, and cried, "_chark_," and "_ha_, _ha_, _ha_!" the former being the nearest approach it ever got to charcoal, a word which, with brimstone and powder, Mother Goodhugh intended to form her pet's _repertoire_.

The sparrows hopped in over the lintel, seized crumbs, and flew off over and over again. Then there was a loud fluttering of wings, the birds departed, and Abel Churr entered, brushing off the fir-needles which clung to his hair and gaberdine.

"Just in time, mother," he chuckled. "Here, I've brought you the toad weed picked at midnight, and here are stink-horns and toadstools, fit to brew the strongest charms you will. Give me some breakfast."

"Shame upon thee, idler, for wanting to live on a lone widow's substance!" cried Mother Goodhugh.

"Don't I help thee to all kinds of trade to make the substance rich?"

chuckled Abel Churr; "but wait a bit, mother, I've found a treasure-house; a store of riches; and I'm a made man. I know where to find all that I want from time to time. Would'st like to share it?"

"Yes, yes," cried the old woman, eagerly; "what have you found, Abel?"

"Help me to something to eat," he said, with a cunning smile, "and then I'll talk to thee."

She hastened to put before him bread and milk, and eggs, and bacon, of which he freely partook, gazing at the hostess from time to time in a peculiar way, as if he had some further plan at heart.

"You don't tell me what you've found," said Mother Goodhugh. "Come, tell me, lad. You'll be happier for having some one to share it all."

"Found!" he cried, laughing; "I've learned that about Captain Culverin that he would kill me for knowing, did he find me out. Ha, ha, ha! I shall be rich now, and can help thee back more than thou hast helped me to, Mother Goodhugh. Where are the strong waters?"

"I have none," said the woman sulkily. "It is a lie," he cried, sharply; and, rising, he stepped to the little chimney-piece, raised an old shell, and took out a key, which he held up, laughing.

"Nay, nay, give me the key," cried the old woman, making a dash to seize it; but with a savage thrust, more like a blow, he sent her staggering across the brick floor, to fall heavily, and lie for a few moments half stunned, while, chuckling with glee, Churr opened a corner-cupboard and took out a quaint-looking black bottle, which he carried to the table.

"Coward--thief!" cried the old woman, as she struggled up; "thou shalt not have it;" and she ran to the table, when, with a malignant look, Churr struck her heavily with the back of his hand, sending her against the wall, where she stood panting.

"Keep away, or I'll pook thee again," he cried, sourly.

"Drink it, if you dare," she cried, with flashing eyes. "It is poison of my own brewing. Drink, and die then: coward, to strike me thus."

Abel Churr's whole aspect changed; his yellow countenance looked haggard, and his hand shook, as he stared from the old woman's face to the bottle, and back again.

"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Mother Goodhugh, seeing her power; "drink away, lad, drink. I'll see thee buried beneath some tree, and come and gather toadstools from off thy grave."

Churr set down the bottle upon the table, and, as he did so, his hands trembling visibly, Mother Goodhugh slowly sidled up, and was about to make a pounce upon the flask, when, with a cunning flash of the eye, Churr forestalled her and snatched it up, laughing heartily as he took out the cork, and smelt the contents.

"Old mother of lies," he cried, chuckling. "I'll drink this poison all day long. Hah!" he ejaculated, shaking the flask so that the spirit within gurgled. "Hah!"

He placed the vessel to his lips and drank savagely, while Mother Goodhugh stood glaring at him, with head stretched forward and fingers crooked like the claws of an animal about to spring.

"Here," he cried, pouring out a little of the spirit in a cup, and holding it to the old woman; "here, I will not take it all. Drink, mother, drink."

The old woman eagerly snatched up the cup and drained it.

"That settles it. I thought so," he said, laughing, as he took another draught. "Poor old Mother Goodhugh will be poisoned, too. Old fool! to think thou could'st deceive me with such shallow tricks. There," he continued, after another draught, as he thrust in the cork, and placed the flask in his breast. "Now I be going away."

"Help me that bottle," cried the old woman. "Don't take away that flask. It is mine."

"No more thine than mine," cried Churr, turning round at her with a snarl. "Haven't I for years helped you in getting together what you have; helped you to cheat and trick the silly, gaping fools about here with thy mummery? Speak to me again as you did, and I'll go and tell them all of thy tricks, and jugglery, and putting water in the founder's moulds to blow them up, and let them see thee as a woman like themselves--old idiot that you be."

"Tell them," cried Mother Goodhugh, furiously, as she made an effort to tear the flask from him, but only to be driven back by another furious blow; "tell them, coward, and they will not believe thee. You mock at me--do you? You call my spells foolery. We shall see how you will fare, now that I curse thee, and tell thee that thou shalt not die upon a bed."

"Curse away, mother," he cried. "I have the strong waters."

"They'll not believe thee; while, if I say the word, there are a dozen who would slay thee for injuring me, and leave thee to rot in the forest or die on a mixen."

"Say it then," he cried, with a malignant grin. "Let them try if they dare."

"We shall see," cried the old woman, stretching out one hand, and gazing fiercely at her confederate. "I do curse thee sleeping and waking. You have braved me, Abel Churr, and laughed at all my trade. Now we shall see."

"Yes," he said, "now we shall see;" and, putting the bottle in his breast, he turned to the door. "I fear thy threats as much as I do thy poison. Ha, ha, ha! Poison--brave poison--good poison--poison for princes. Mother, wouldn't you like to know what I have found out about Captain Gil?"

"Nay, keep thy knowledge," cried the old woman, fiercely. "I know it, too. You will not live to enjoy it. Now, get thee gone."

"What!" he said, jeeringly. "Shall I not share my riches with thee, my dear old partner? Shall we not join now in cheating and tricking some one better than the wretched village fools? I tell thee that Captain Gil is rich, and I have his secret: I have found his store."

"And I tell thee, Abel Churr," cried the old woman, "that thou hast always been a villain, a brute, and a coward to me. If thou knowest aught of Captain Gil's secret, you will keep it, and share it with none.

From this day I have neither truck nor trade with thee, so go thy way, and my curse go with thee. But take this to heart as thou goest: Captain Gil is a stern man, and if thou hast learned aught of his, and he knows it, look to thyself, or maybe thou'lt be sattled."

Abel Churr uttered an impatient "Pish!" and left the place full of his discovery. Avoiding the cottages of the workpeople, he went round by the back of the Pool, to where, like a lawn in the wood, lay a few acres of grass cut down for hay, a part of which had been stacked, the remainder lying out to dry, for a heavy rain had checked the carrying for a day or two.

Churr looked round, listened, made sure that the field was empty, and then started and looked timidly upwards as a jay uttered a loud harsh cry and flew towards the wood. Then, crawling to the half-made stack, he climbed upon it, separated the soft, sweet-scented hay, took a draught of the spirit, corked the bottle and thrust it in the heap, and then, nestling down and drawing the hay over him, he was in a few moments fast asleep.

Volume 1, Chapter XV.

HOW ABEL CHURR BOUGHT A SECRET.

That was a bitter as well as a momentous day for Gil Carr. In the course of the morning he made his way to the Pool-house, determined to have a few words with Jeremiah Cobbe, and to talk calmly to him concerning Mace and the future. He felt, too, that a little sympathy was due to the founder after the late accident at his works.

He went straight to the house, for he had taken Mace's words to heart, that he should go boldly to the place; but, on entering, he was only met by Janet, who came after he had walked in according to old familiar custom, and rapped loudly at an inner door.

Janet came down, looking red-faced and guilty, from one of the upper chambers.

"Why, Janet," he said, "the house is as quiet as if all were dead.

Where have you been, lass? Why, that's thy mistress's kerchief on thy head!"

The girl snatched it off, looking redder and more guilty than before, and hid it behind her.

"I'd wager, Janet, that thou hast been upstairs trying on thy mistress's finery. I'll tell her so."

"Nay, pray, Captain Gilbert," she cried, excitedly, "you would not make mischief between us. I did but--"

"That's confession enough," said Gil, laughing. "Now, tell me where is thy master?"

"Down at the furnace-house, seeing to its being new-roofed, sir,"

replied the girl.