“Thee callest him a villain. Do thy father think him one?”
“When he hears this, he will. Oh! Master Holtspur a prisoner! and to that man who is his deadly enemy! ’Tis Will Walford’s doings—I am sure it is.”
“What makes thee think that, gurl?”
“He said he had done something—this very hour—something to bring it about.”
“Did he say so to thy father?”
“No; only out of spite to me—just as he was going off. My father heard him, but he was too—too sleepy to understand him. If he had—”
“He would ha’ been angry wi’ him—as thou art?”
“I’m sure he would.”
“All right. I thought as much.”
“A prisoner! Oh, sir! where have they taken him to? What will they do to him? Tell me—tell me!”