He knew how superstitious was every Jerseyman, from highest to lowest, and he would work upon that weakness now.
"You hear that water running to the sea ?" he said solemnly.

"You tried to kill and drown me to-night.

You've heard how when one man has drowned another an invisible stream follows the murderer wherever he goes, and he hears it, hour after hour, month after month, year after year, until suddenly one day it comes on him in a huge flood, and he is found, whether in the road, or in his bed, or at the table, or in the field, drowned, and dead ?" The old man shivered violently.
"You know Manon Moignard the witch?
Well, if you don't do what I say--and I shall find out, mind you--she shall bewitch the flood on you.

Be still ...

listen! That's the sound you'll hear every day of your life, if you break the promise you've got to make to me now." He spoke the promise with ghostly deliberation, and the old man, all the desperado gone out of him, repeated it in a husky voice.