That by his side was laid,
And turning round to farmer Pound,
He slapped his thigh and said,
“I’ll stake my strongest pair of mules
Against Moll Benson’s cat,
That Simon Rand, the missing man,
Lies dead in his own vat!”
No face was there, beard-hid or bare,
Light, tawny-hue, or dark,
But on the instant plainly showed