'Yes. There was no one else to call.'
'Oh,' said he, 'you saw no one else? No one with me?'
'No. I ran up the bank as you went by. I spoke to you, but you swore at me.'
'I—I did that?'
There was some mistake. She had taken him for the man now beneath the water.
'You shall not go!' cried the girl, clinging desperately to the stirrup. 'You cannot be so heartless as to let my poor father die.'
'What is your father to me? Let go.'
'I will not let go.'
He pricked his horse on; but she held to the bridle and arrested it.
'Take care!' said Drownlands. 'I will not be stayed against my will.'