'You shall come with me, and I will show you where I keep it, and perhaps you will find the hand closed; and when I say, Hand of Glory! open! Hand of Glory! give up! then you will see the fingers unclose, and the glittering gold coins will be in the brown palm.'
'I will not touch them.'
'No harm in your looking at them. Come with me.'
She stood before him with her firm mouth set, and her blinking eyes on him. He tried to resist. He settled himself more comfortably into his seat. But his efforts to oppose her will were in vain. He uttered a curse, drew his hands out of his pocket, put his hat on his head.
'Go on,' he said surlily; 'but I tell y' I won't go without the lantern. Where is it?'
'In Wellon's Cairn.'
'I will not go,' said Charles, drawing back, and all colour leaving his cheek.
'Then I'll send the hand after you. Come.'
'I'll take the lantern.'
'As you like, but hide the light till we get to the hill. There it don't matter if folks see a flame dancing about the mound. They will keep their distance—Come on, after me.'