"'But you,' said I, 'who is to attend to you?'
"'I do not know or care! Save her!'
"The rapping continued. I ran to the corner where I had left my things. I put on my bonnet, made a sort of sling around my neck of the silk handkercher, opened the large part of it like a hammock and laid the little sleeping babe there. Then I folded my big shawl around my breast and nobody any the wiser. The rapping was very impatient.
"'I am coming,' said I.
"'Remember!' whispered the poor girl.
"'I will,' said I, and went out and opened the door. There stood t'other willain with his head covered with black crape. I dreamt of nothing but black-headed demons for six months afterward.
"'Are you ready?' says he.
"'Yes, your worship,' says I.
"'Come along, then.'
"And, binding another silk hankercher round my eyes, he led me along.
"Instead of my mule, a carriage stood near the horse-block.
"'Get in,' says he, holding the pistil to my ears by way of an argument.
"I got in. He jumped up upon the driver's seat and we drove like the wind. In another direction from that in which we come, in course, for there was no carriage road there. The carriage whirled along at such a rate it made me quite giddy. At last it stopped again. The man in the mask got down and opened the door.
"'Where are you taking me?' says I.
"'Be quiet,' says he, 'or'----And with that he put the pistil to my cheek, ordered me to get out, take the bandage from my eyes and walk before him. I did so and saw dimly that we were in a part of the country that I was never at before. We were in a dark road through a thick forest. On the left side of the road in a clearing stood an old house; a dim light was burning in a lower window.
"'Go on in there,' said the willain, putting the pistil to the back of my head. As the door stood ajar I went in, to a narrow, dark passage, the man all the time at my back. He opened a door on the left side and made me go into a dark room. Just then the unfortunate child that had been moving restlessly began to wail. Well it might, poor, starved thing!
"'What's that?' says the miscreant under his breath and stopping short.