"He's again following us," I said bitterly.
"He wa'ant come fur!" said Amelia with a laugh; so I turned to her, asking what she meant.
CHAPTER XVI. WHY I TOOK MISTRESS NANCY TO TREVISCOE.
Amelia did not immediately answer my question, but continued to laugh like one in high spirits. "He wa'ant come fur!" she repeated; and after we had gone on, it may have been a mile or two, I stopped and listened again, and this time there were no following footsteps.
"Now we must ride quick," said the maid.
"How! what use will it be?" I asked almost angrily. "Clement's horse will be as good as either of yours."
"Iss, but his hoss is drunk!" laughed Amelia.
"Drunk?" I cried.
"Iss, drunk. When I zeed you go into the kitchen, and tried to git into a row weth Maaster Clement, I minded a trick I once seed at Endellion Church town. So I tould the chap that took your 'osses to draw me a gallon of beer. He axed me questions 'bout et, but I knawed 'ow to git over 'ee."