“What ones?” I persisted, though I supposed she meant to indicate some of my energetic enemies.
Mother Borton paid no attention to my question, and continued:
“I knowed they was a-talking about you, an' they says they would cut your liver out if they found ye there.”
“And where is there?” I asked with growing interest.
“That's what I was listening to find out,” said Mother Borton. “I couldn't hear much of what they says, but I hears enough to git an idee.”
“Well?” I said inquiringly as she hesitated.
She bent forward and hissed rather than whispered:
“They've found out where the boy is!”
“Are you certain?” I asked in sudden alarm.
“Pretty sure,” she said, “pretty sure. Now you won't go near the place, will ye, dearie?” she continued anxiously.