"We shall see, sir," replied Potts. "We shall see."
By this time, the scales having been affixed to a hook in the porch by Baggiley, the sacred volume was placed on one side, and Nance set down by the beadle on the other. The result of the experiment was precisely what might have been anticipated—the moment the young woman took her place in the balance, it sank down to the ground, while the other kicked the beam.
"I hope you are satisfied now, Master Potts," cried Richard Assheton. "By your own trial her innocence is approved."
"Your pardon, Master Richard, this is Squire Nicholas's trial, not mine," replied Potts. "I am for the ordeal of swimming. How say you, masters! Shall we be content with this doubtful experiment?"
"Neaw—neaw," responded Jem Device, who acted as spokesman to the crowd, "swim her—swim her!"
"I knew you would have it so," said Potts, approvingly. "Where is a fitting place for the trial?"
"Th' Abbey pool is nah fur off," replied Jem, "or ye con tay her to th' Calder."
"The river, by all means—nothing like a running stream," said Potts. "Let cords be procured to bind her."
"Run fo 'em quickly, Ben," said Jem to Baggiley, who was very zealous in the cause.
"Oh!" groaned Nance, again losing courage, and glancing piteously at Richard.