"How mean you, sirrah ?" "Ey mean this," replied Hal, coolly; "that if ey dee to-morrow mornin' your chilt dees too.

Whon ey ondertook this job ey calkilated mey chances, an' tuk precautions eforehond.

Your chilt's a hostage fo mey safety." "Curses on thee and thy cunning," cried Demdike; "but I will not be outwitted by a hind like thee.

I will have the child, and yet not be baulked of my revenge." "Yo'n never ha' it, except os a breathless corpse, 'bowt mey consent," rejoined Hal.
"We shall see," cried Demdike, rushing forth, and bidding the guards look well to the prisoner.
But ere long he returned with a gloomy and disappointed expression of countenance, and again approaching the prisoner said, "Thou hast spoken the truth.

The infant is in the hands of some innocent being over whom I have no power." "Ey towdee so, wizard," replied Hal, laughing.