His eyes, which were black and keen still in the blanched face, were riveted on the gleaming pool.

His features worked as though under the stress of some possessing force; a shiver ran through the emaciated limbs.
'Oh! yo want to know abeawt Jenny Crum's pool, do yo ?' he said at last in a low agitated voice.

'Nobbut look, my lad!--nobbut look!--an see for yoursen.' He paused, his chest heaving, his eye fixed.

Then, suddenly, he broke out in a flood of passionate speech, still gripping David.
'_Passon Maine! Passon Maine!_--ha yo got her, th' owd woman?
Aye, aye--sure enough--'at's she--as yo're aw drivin afore yo--hoontit like a wild beeast--wi her grey hair streamin, and her hands tied--Ah!'-- and the old man gave a wild cry, which startled both the children to their feet.

'Conno yo hear her ?--eh, but it's enough to tear a body's heart out to hear an owd woman scream like that!' He stopped, trembling, and listened, his hand hollowed to his ear.
Louie looked at her brother and laughed nervously; but her little hard face had paled.