CHAPTER V
I SEE NAOMI PENRYN ON ROCK CALLED THE SPANISH CAVALIER, AND RESCUE HER—WE ESCAPE FROM THE TRESIDDERS
When I entered Betsey's cottage, she was sitting with her son beside the open fireplace, watching a crock which steamed over a wood fire, and from which came a strange smell.
"'Twas cowld and wet at Granfer's caave, I spoase?" was her first greeting, after looking at me very carefully.
Now how she knew I had been in the cave I know not, neither will I pretend to explain; at the same time, I felt rather fearful at the thought that she should have been aware of the place where I had spent the day, when no one had told her.
"How do you know where I have been?" I asked.
"How do I knaw?" sneered Betsey; "how do I knaw everything?"
So I said no more, but looked toward a loaf of bread which lay on the table.