"If we go through Liskeard at this speed we shall attract attention, and if the people be following us, they will be informed of the direction we have taken."
"But we will not touch Liskeard," I said. "I know the country well now. If you will tell me where you wish to go I will guide you by the least traversed roads."
"Go to Lostwithiel then," she said; "after that I will act as guide."
Wondering at her words, I led the way through the village of St. Cleer, leaving Liskeard on our left, until after more than two hours' hard riding we came to the village of Boconnoc.
Arrived here, I stopped suddenly, for a suspicion entered my mind as to the place she intended to go.
"Look you, my lady," I said, "we are at Boconnoc, five miles only from Lostwithiel; will you tell me of your intended destination?"
"You said you would trust me," was her reply.
"I remember," I cried, harshly I am afraid, because for the first time since boyhood the feeling of jealousy made me almost beside myself. "But let me ask you one question. Is it your intention to go to Polperro?"
"And if I do not desire to go there?" she said, after hesitating a few seconds, "what then?"
"I will go with you whither you will, asking no questions."