"If I cannot, I shall fetch the constable. I say—where did you leave Mehetabel?"
"My sister told you—under the tree."
"What—not in the water?"
"She may have fallen in. I had but one arm, and that hurting terrible."
"Good heavens!" exclaimed Iver. "You came home whining over your arm—leaving her in the marsh!"
"You don't suppose I threw her in?" sneered Jonas. "Me—bad of an arm."
"I don't know what to think," retorted Iver. "But I will know where
Mehetabel is."
In the doorway, with her back to the moonlight, stood a female figure.
The first to see it was Jonas, and he uttered a gasp—he thought he saw a spirit.
The figure entered, without a word, and all saw that it was
Mehetabel.