in love; as no doubt you've found when your fingers were were well, so near being pricked by that holly. Ha, ha, ha!"
With a merry peal she once more sets to rowing; and for a time no speech passes between them, the only sounds heard being the songs of the birds, in sweet symphony with the rush of the water along the boat's sides, and the rumbling of the oars in their rowlocks.
But for a brief interval is their silence between them, Miss Wynn again breaking it by a startled exclamation:
"See!"
"Where? where?"
"Up yonder! We've been talking of kites and magpies. Behold, two birds of worse augury than either!"
They are passing the mouth of a little influent stream, up which at some distance are seen two men, one of them seated in a small boat, the other standing on the bank talking down to him. He in the boat is a stout, thick-set fellow in velveteens and coarse fur cap, the one above a spare thin man, habited in a suit of black of clerical, or rather sacerdotal, cut. Though both are partially screened by the foliage, the little stream running between wooded banks, Miss Wynn has recognised them. So, too, does the companion; who rejoins, as if speaking to herself
"One's the French priest who has a chapel up the river, on the opposite side; the other's that fellow who's said to be such an incorrigible poacher."
"Priest and poacher it is! An oddly-assorted pair; though in a sense not so ill-matched either. I wonder what they're about up there, with their heads so close together. They appeared as if not wishing we should see them. Didn't it strike you so, Nelly?"
The men are now out of sight, the boat having passed the rivulet's mouth.
"Indeed, yes," answered Miss Lees; "the priest, at all events. He drew back among the bushes on seeing us."
"I'm sure his reverence is welcome. I've no desire ever to set eyes on him quite the contrary."
"I often meet him on the roads."
"I too and off them. He seems to be about everywhere skulking and prying into people's affairs. I noticed him the last day of our hunting, among the rabble on foot, of course. He was close to my horse, and kept watching me out of his owlish eyes all the time; so impertinently I could have laid the whip over his shoulders. There's something repulsive about the man; I can't bear the sight of him."
"He's said to be a great friend and very intimate associate of your worthy cousin, Mr. ."
"Don't name him , Nell! I'd rather not think, much less talk of him. Almost the last words my father ever spoke never to let Lewin Murdock cross the threshold of Llangorren. No doubt, he had his reasons. My word! this day with all its sunny brightness seems to abound in dark omens. Birds of prey, priests, and poachers! It's enough to bring on one of my fear fits. I now rather regret leaving Joseph behind. Well, we must make haste and get home again."
"Shall I turn the boat back?" asks the steerer.
"No; not just yet. I don't wish to repass those two uncanny creatures. Better leave them awhile, so that on returning we mayn't see them, to disturb the priest's equanimity more like his conscience."
The reason is not exactly as assigned; but Miss Lees, accepting it without suspicion, holds the tiller cords so as to keep the course on down stream.
CHAPTER V DANGERS AHEAD
GwendolineObserving her abstraction, as also her frequent turning to look down the river but without suspicion of what is causing it Miss Lees at length inquires,
"What's the matter with you, Gwen?"
"Oh, nothing," she evasively answers, bringing back her eyes to the boat, and once more giving attention to the oars.
"But why are you looking so often below? I've noticed you do so at least a score of times."
If the questioner could but divine the thoughts at that moment in the other's mind, she would have no need thus to interrogate, but would know that below there is another boat, with a man in it who possesses that unseen something, like ether or electricity, and to catch sight of whom Miss Wynn has been so oft straining her eyes. She has not given all her confidence to the companion.
Not receiving immediate answer, Ellen again asked
"Is there any danger you fear?"
"None that I know of at least, for a long way down. Then there are some rough places."
"But you are pulling
so unsteadily! It takes all my strength to keep in the middle of the river."
"Then you pull, and let me do the steering," returns Miss Wynn, pretending to be in a pout; as she speaks starting up from the thwart, and leaving the oars in their thole pins.
Of course, the other does not object; and soon they have changed places.
But Gwen in the stern behaves no better than when seated amidships. The boat still keeps going astray, the fault now in the steerer.
Soon something more than a crooked course calls the attention of both, for a time engrossing it. They have rounded an abrupt bend, and got into a reach where the river runs with troubled surface and great velocity so swift there is no need to use oars down stream, while upward 'twill take stronger arms than theirs. Caught in its current, and rapidly, yet smoothly, borne on, for a while they do not think of this. Only a short while; then the thought comes to them in the shape of a dilemma Miss Lees being the first to perceive it.