A dark figure sprang down from the wall of the smithy, leapt along the heather, and plunged into the bushes along the brook.

A cry in another key was heard.
David emerged, dragging something behind him.
'Yo limb, yo! How dare yo, yo little beast?
Yo impident little toad!' And in a perfect frenzy of rage he shook what she held.

But Louie--for naturally it was Louie--wrenched herself away, and stood confronting him, panting, but exultant.
'I freetened 'em! just didn't I?
Cantin humbugs! "_Jenny Crum! Jenny Crum!_"' And, mimicking the voice of the leader, she broke again into an hysterical shout of laughter.
David, beside himself, hit out and struck her.

It was a heavy blow which knocked her down, and for a moment seemed to stun her.

Then she recovered her senses, and flew at him in a mad passion, weeping wildly with the smart and excitement.
He held her off, ashamed of himself, till she flung away, shrieking out-- 'Go and say its prayers, do--good little boy--poor little babby.
Ugh, yo coward! hittin gells, that's all yo're good for.' And she ran off so fast that all sight of her was lost in a few seconds.