“But that will mean his being taken before the magistrates, Rob.”
“Yes, and a long spell for him this time, or I’ll know the reason why.”
“No, no,” cried the girl, hurriedly. “You mustn’t do that.”
“Why?”
“Because he hates you enough as it is. He said he’d kill you.”
“Will he?” muttered Rolph, between his teeth.
“And I should have to go before the magistrates as a witness; and there’s no knowing what Caleb might say.”
Rolph looked at her searchingly, while she clung to him till he promised to let the matter rest.
“But suppose he comes again?”
“Father will take care of that,” she said confidently. “But do mind yourself as you go. Caleb may be hiding, and waiting for you.”