"It is some woman riding home from St. Columb Market, I suppose," I said as her horse climbed the hill.
"No," said Eli; "no, Maaster Jasper. 'Tes Tamsin Triscott, Tamsin Fraddam; that's who et es."
"Tamsin!" I cried; "surely no!"
A few seconds later, however, I saw that Eli was right.
"Master Jasper Pennington!" she cried, as she saw me, and the blood mounted violently to her face. "You are free, then?"
This she said in a tone of disappointment almost amounting to anger.
"Yes, Tamsin," I replied. "What do you know about my imprisonment?"
"I suppose you got him away?" she said to Eli, angrily, without noticing my question.
"Iss," grunted Eli; "I ded, ded'n I, Jasper?" and the dwarf laughed gleefully.