"No. I will go with you. You would not find me again in the darkness if we parted."
"The light is coming this way. Stand still. It will come directly on us."
They drew up. Judith clung to Uncle Zachie's side, her heart beating with excitement, indignation, and anger.
"The lantern is fastened to an ass's head," said Uncle Zachie; "do you see how as the creature moves his head the light is swayed, and that with the rise and fall in the land it looks as though the rise and fall were on the sea. I have my stick. Stand behind me, Judith."
But a voice was heard that made her gasp and clasp the arm of Uncle Zachie the tighter.
Neither spoke.
The light approached. They could distinguish the lantern, though they could not see what bore it; only—next moment something caught the light—the ear of a donkey thrust forward.
Again a voice, that of some one urging on the ass. Judith let go Menaida's arm, sprang forward with a cry: "Jamie! Jamie! what are you doing?"
In a moment she had wrenched the lantern from the head of the ass, and the creature, startled, dashed away and disappeared in the darkness. Judith put the light under her cloak.
"Oh, Jamie! Jamie! Why have you done this? Who ever set you to this wicked task?"
"I am Jack o' Lantern," answered the boy. "Ju! now my Neddy is gone."
"Jamie, who sent you out to do this? Answer me."
"Captain Coppinger!"
Judith walked on in silence. Neither she nor Uncle Zachie spoke, only Jamie whimpered and muttered.
Suddenly they were surrounded, and a harsh voice exclaimed:
"In the king's name. We have you now—showing false lights."
Judith hastily slung the lantern from beneath her cloak, and saw that there were several men about her, and that the speaker was Mr. Scantlebray.
The latter was surprised when he recognized her.
"What!" he said, "I did not expect this—pretty quickly into your apprenticeship. What brings you here? And you, too, Menaida, old man?"
