"And yonder is the road?" I said, pointing northwards.
"Iss, sur, that's ev et."
I gave the maid a crown piece and a kiss, whereupon she blushed finely, but curtsied like one well reared, as I believe she was.
"Whan you git to the crossways, sur, turn to the right. The left road do laid to Rosecarrick. Do 'ee be careful, sur, an' doan't 'ee vex 'em."
I laughed as I mounted my horse. "I'll remember," I said; "what is your name, my maid?"
"Jennifer Lanteglos, sur," and she curtsied again as I rode away.
"Evidently Jennifer Lanteglos is afraid of the Killigrews," I thought as I rode away. It was now becoming dusk, but I felt sure I could easily cover the three miles before dark. I had not gone a mile, when I saw a man tramping along the lane. I stopped as I overtook him. I saw that he was the droll I had seen at Molesworth Arms at Wadebridge.
"Uncle Anthony," I said, using the term I had heard the innkeeper use, for the term "uncle" is one of respect towards elderly people, "go you my way?"
"What a question," retorted the old man. "How do I know ef you doan't tell me where you be goin'?"
"I am going to Squire Colman Killigrew's at Endellion," I replied.