"There is some very good land on it," replied old Peter. "Molesworth harbour is in it."
"Just so; and you mean that young Peter should marry this maid?" I continued.
"And what then?" cried old Peter. "That's naught to you. You hate all women, you say. You care not what may become of her if you have your deeds back, and become a prosperous man?"
"No!" I replied, shrugging my shoulders. "I care not"; and yet I felt uneasy, I knew not why.
"Besides the maid hates the Killigrews, hates 'em!"
"How do you know?"
"I've found out."
I must confess I did not like the work. The idea that I should take a maid barely twenty-one from the man claiming to be her guardian, and bring her to Treviscoe, the home of these two Trevisas, was repellent to me. I was not over-particular what I did as a rule, but this caused a nasty taste in my mouth. This Nancy Molesworth might marry young Peter, crawling ugly worm as he was, that was nothing to me; what matter it who women married? He might have the Restormel lands too, if he could get them. Still, although I had given myself pretty much over to the devil during the last few years, I did not like the thought that a Trevanion should do the dirty work of a Trevisa.
Had they told me all? Why should they select me for this mission? And why should they be willing to pay such a big price? There were plenty of gangs of cut-throats in Cornwall who would do their bidding for a less sum.
"You had better place this affair in other hands," I said at length.