"Richard Trezidder is there, so es thou'll laady."
"Tresidder's mother?"
"Iss."
"How do you know?"
"I zeed 'er—zeed 'em both," and Eli chuckled as though he vastly enjoyed himself.
"He's squire there," continued Eli. "People zay that the purty maid es dead, and everything do come to he."
"Who told you this?"
"No time to tell 'ee now. They'll be foll'in' we soon. Neck Trezidder es down to Mawgan."
"No, Jasper, let us not go where the Tresidders are. Anywhere but there."
I turned my horse's head southward.