“So much the better.”
“But how about the bisness? When is it to come off?”
“To-night, if all goes well.”
The gipsy gave a low mysterious whistle.
“And about this ’ere child?”
“You had better meet me at yonder point,” said Peace, pointing to a turn in the river. “Be there between eleven and twelve to-night, and take care to have the trap in readiness.”
“There’s a grove of trees just by that spot, which will suit us to rights. The pony and trap shall be there at the time you name.”
“Don’t disappoint me, you old sinner,” said Peace; “if you do, it will spoil all.”
“Did you ever find me in the rear when I was wanted at the fore?” inquired the gipsy.
“No, I never have. Only it’s as well to have a clear understanding.”