'And I shall hold you to your promise,' returned Winefred, and left the room and the tavern.
A moment later Jack went out, and, walking quickly, overtook her.
'I will see you to the ferry,' he said quietly.
'I can find the way by myself,' was her reply.
They paced side by side in silence. Presently she said:
'Remember, I hold you to your undertaking, unless what you offered were mere idle brag. Have you come after me to beg off?'
'I have not. You shall have the choughs.'
'And you shall have the guinea.'
'I will not touch it. All I ask, if I bring you the pair, is that you will think of me with less bitterness.'
Again a pause ensued.