Mehalah. S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould

said Mehalah.

      'But I will not go, if anyone suspects me.'

      'We do not suspect you.'

      'Then why do you ask questions? Who asks questions who don't want to lay a wickedness on one?'

      'Go off to bed, Abraham,' said widow Sharland. 'We have met with a dreadful loss, and the Almighty knows how we are to come out of it.'

      The old man went forth grumbling imprecations on himself if he answered any more questions.

      'Well,' asked Mehalah of De Witt, when the shepherd was gone, 'what do you think has become of the money?'

      'I suppose he was robbed at one of the taverns. I see no other possible way of accounting for the loss. The bag was not touched on the table from the moment Abraham set it down till you opened it.'

      'No. My mother was here all the time. There was no one else in the room but Elijah Rebow.'

      'He is out of the question,' said De Witt.

      'Besides, my mother never left her seat whilst he was here. Did you, mother?'

      The old woman shook her head.

      'What are we to do?' she asked; 'we have no money now for the rent; and that must be paid next Thursday.'

      'Have you none at all?'

      'None but a trifle which we need for purchases against the winter. There was more in the bag than was needed for the rent, and how we shall struggle through the winter without it, heaven alone can tell.'

      'You have no more sheep to sell?'

      'None but ewes, which cannot be parted with.'

      'Nor a cow?'

      'It would be impossible for us to spare her.'

      'Then I will lend you the money,' said George. 'I have something laid by, and you shall have what you need for the rent out of it. Mehalah will repay me some day.'

      'I will, George! I will!' said the girl vehemently, and her eyes filled. She took the two hands of her lover in her own, and looked him full in the face. Her eyes expressed the depth of her gratitude which her tongue could not utter.

      'Now that is settled,' said De Witt, 'let us talk of something else.'

      'Come along, George,' said Mehalah, hastily, interrupting him. 'If you want to be put across on Fresh Marsh, you must not stay talking here any longer.'

      'All right, Glory! I am ready to go with you, anywhere, to the world's end.'

      As she drew him outside, she whispered, 'I was afraid of your speaking about the two shots to-night. I do not wish my mother to hear of that; it would alarm her.'

      'But I want to talk to you about them,' said De Witt. 'Have you any notion who it was that fired at us?'

      'Have you?' asked Mehalah, evading an answer.

      'I have a sort of a notion.'

      'So have I. As I was going down the Rhyn to fetch you, I was stopped by Elijah Rebow.'

      'Well, what did he want?'

      'He wanted me to take some curlew he had shot; but that was not all, he tried to prevent my going on. He said that I ought not to be on the water at night alone.'

      'He was right. He knew a thing or two.'

      'He did not like my going to Mersea—to you.'

      'I dare say not. He knew what was in the wind.'

      'What do you mean, George?'

      'He tried to prevent your going on?'

      'Yes, he did, more than once.'

      'Then he is in it. I don't like Elijah, but I did not think so badly of him as that.'

      'What do you mean, George?'

      As they talked they walked down the meadow to the saltings. They were obliged to go slowly and cautiously. The tide had fallen rapidly, and left the pools brimming. Every runnel was full of water racing out with the rush of a mill stream. 'You see, Glory, the new captain of the coastguard has been giving a deal of trouble lately. He has noticed the single-flashing from the Leather Bottle at the city, and has guessed or found out the key; so he has been down there flashing false signals with a lanthorn. By this means he has brought some of the smugglers very neatly into traps he has laid for them. They are as mad as devils, they swear he is taking an unfair advantage of them, and that they will have his life for it. That is what I have heard whispered; and I hear a great many things.'

      'Oh, George! have you not warned him?'

      'I! my dear Glory! what can I do? He knows he is in danger as well as I. It is a battle between them, and it don't do for a third party to step between. That is what we have done to-night, and near got knocked over for doing it. Captain Macpherson is about, night and day. There never was a fellow more wide awake, at least not on this station. What do you think he did the other day? A vessel came in, and he overhauled her, but found nothing; he sought for some barrels drawn along attached behind her, below water level, but couldn't find them. As he was leaving, he just looked up at the tackling. "Halloo!" said he to the captain, "your cordage is begun to untwist, suppose I have your old ropes and give you new?" He sent a man aloft, and all the ropes were made of twisted tobacco. Now, as you may suppose, the smugglers don't much like such a man.'

      'But, George, he would hardly go about at night with a lanthorn in his boat.'

      'That is what he does—only it is a dark lanthorn, and with it he flashes his signals. That is what makes the men so mad. It is not my doctrine to shoot a man who does his duty. If a man is a smuggler let him do his duty as one. If he is a coastguard, let him do his duty by the revenue.'

      'But, George! if he were out watching for smugglers, he would not have carried his light openly.'

      'He might have thought all was safe in the Rhyn.'

      'Then again,' pursued Mehalah, 'I spoke, and there was a second shot after that.'

      'Whoever was there waiting for the captain may have thought you were a boy. I do not believe the shot was at you, but at me.'

      'But I held the light up. It would have been seen that I was a woman.'

      'Not a bit. All seen would be your cap and jersey, which are such as sailor boys wear.'

      Mehalah shook her head thoughtfully and somewhat doubtfully, and paced by the side of De Witt. She did not speak for some time. She was not satisfied with his explanation, but she could not state her reasons for dissatisfaction.

      Presently she said, 'Do you think that it was Rebow who fired?'

      'No, of course I do not. He knew you were out, and with a light; and he knows your voice.'

      'But you said he was in the plot.'

      'I said that I supposed he knew about it; he knew that there were men out in punts waiting for the captain, he probably knew that there was some fellow lurking in the Rhyn; but I did not say that he would shoot the captain. I do not for a moment suppose he would. He is not greatly affected by his vigilance. He gets something out of the trade, but not enough to be of importance to him. A man of his means would not think it worth his while to shoot an officer.'

      'Then you conjecture that he warned me, and went home.'

      'That is most likely, I would have done the same; nay more, I would not have let you go on, if I knew there were fellows about this night with guns on the lookout. He did not dare to speak plainly what he knew, but he gave you a broad hint, and his best advice, and I admire and respect him for it.'

      'You and Rebow are cousins?'

      'His father's sister is my mother. The land and money all went to Elijah's father who is now dead, and is now in Elijah's hands. My mother got nothing. The family were angry with her for marrying off the land on to the water. But you see at Red Hall she had lived, so to speak, half in and half out of the sea; she took to one element as