Presently the man, whom I took to be the owner of the place, came to the door again, and this time some one accompanied him, although whoever it was kept out of sight.
"Well, I must be going. You say I shall not be seeing you again."
I could not hear the murmured reply.
"Well, have your own way. I have heard of the old chapel and well in St. Mawgan, where it is said an old priest lives; but man, you are safer here."
After this I heard nothing, and a little later the owner of the place rode away. I waited until he was well out of hearing, when I found my way to the stables. In the stableyard I saw the man who had brought his master's horse to the door.
"Is your master at home?" I asked.
"No sur; missus es."
"Ah, well, she'll be of no use. She wouldn't know if Mr. Trewint has a horse for sale."
On this I entered the stable, and to my delight saw the animal Amelia Lanteglos had ridden from Endellion, with two others.