“And be I never to know where he be?”
“You mind what I tell ye. But, if ye want to do the man a good turn, ye may. Do ye know the Pedlar’s Stone?”
Nannie shuddered. “There’s every one knows that. But I durstn’t go nigh it, not I. Indeed, ’tis no good place! Saunders of Llan-y-bulch was sayin’ only last week——”
The Pig-driver cast a look of measureless scorn upon her.
“Well, ye needn’t go nigh it,” he interrupted. “Ye can bide twenty yards on the other side.”
“Lawk! I wouldn’t go where I could see it!”
“Ye must just turn your back, then,” said Bumpett crossly.
“But what be I to do?” inquired Nannie, who stood in considerable awe of the Pig-driver.
“Ye might get a few of his clothes an’ such like, or anything ye fancy would come handy to him. Bring them down to the stone when it’s dark, an’ I, or a man I’ll send, will be there to get them from ye. Day after to-morrow ’ll do.”
“I won’t be so skeered if there’s some I do know to be by,” said she reflectively.