She went on to utter many words of self-accusation. She confessed that she had betrayed Naomi's hiding-place, with many other things which I need not here write down.
"Where is she now?" I cried angrily.
"She is being taken to Padstow," she said. "You know why."
"Is it the priest?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered, "and the Tresidders."
"Let us get to our saddles," I cried, "we may get there before they."
"Yes, you can if you ride hard."
"What about horses?" said Mr. Penryn; "these are poor nags; they were the best I could get, but they are spent with a twenty miles' ride."
"They will last to Falmouth," I cried, "we must get fresh ones there."
"God forgive me, but I have no more money," he said, and at this I, too, hung my head, for I was penniless.