Travellers passing that way had been scared almost out of their senses by the sight of a ghostly white figure gliding about, or by the sound of hollow moans and the rattling of chains.

None but the ignorant stranger ever ventured within half-a-mile of that ill-omened spot.
Cuthbert, as he sat thinking over the gipsy's words and charge, saw clearly that there was ample room for suspicion that here the treasure might lie, since Robin took such pains to scare away all men from the spot.
The light burned dim; but Cuthbert still sat on beside the rude table where he had supped.

Before him lay the scrap of parchment with the doggerel lines of the wise woman inscribed upon them.

It had been something of a shock to his faith to find that the wise woman knew all his story beforehand, and had had no need to dive into the spirit world to ask the nature of his errand.

He felt slightly aggrieved, as though he had been tricked and imposed upon.
He was very nearly burning the parchment in despite; but Joanna had bidden him keep it, and had added, with a slight significant smile: "Keep it, boy; and think not too hardly of those who juggle with men's fears and fancies, to obtain the greater sway upon them.