"Then we'll go to Mullion," I said. "We can get to Truro by the morning; we can get refreshment there."
At that time another difficulty presented itself. I remembered that I had no money. Eli had that morning paid the landlady at the kiddleywink at Mawgan for our food and lodgings. I said nothing about it, but Eli, by that strange intuition which divined men's thoughts, knew what was passing in my mind.
"Plenty ov money, Maaster Jasper, plenty ov money."
"How did you get it?" I asked.
"How ded I git the hosses?"
"I do not know. How?"
"Old man called Jonathan. Aw, aw!"
"Did he give it to you?"
"Iss, iss! He do 'ate the Trezidders. I tould un purty maid wad'n dead; tould un Maaster Jasper takin' 'er 'way—aw, aw!" and again the gnome laughed gleefully.
"Jonathan!" repeated Naomi. "Did you see him?"