Dan laughed and held the girl out at arm’s-length towards his father. Isaac lifted the lantern. The light flashed upon Bess’s face with its wild and shadowy eyes and bleeding mouth.
“Bess!”
“A pretty trick she’s been playing us, father.”
“Odds my life, how much have you seen, wench—how much have you seen?”
He set the lantern down, seized Bess by the bosom of her gown, and shook her.
“Speak, you she-dog, what were you spying on us for?”
Bess shivered and her lips twitched.
“I followed Dan,” she said.
“The deuce—you did!”
“I saw him throw the money out.”