“Well, skipper,” said Wat, counting the trout through the canvas of his wallet.
“Well,” said the other. “I am afraid some folk have found out the store.”
“Not they,” growled the old fellow. “How could they?”
“I went up awhile ago, and saw half-a-dozen of the men with a lady whom they had found sitting on a stone in the narrows.”
“Yes, I know,” said Wat.
“You know?”
“Yes; I saw Mother Goodhugh take her up there with her eyes shut, and leave her on the stone.”
“You saw her?”
“To be sure,” growled the old fellow; “and I watched her till the lads come and took her, and you ran up.”
“And you didn’t interfere?”