But we have got the young witch safe." "Yeigh, squoire!" responded Sparshot, who had seized hold of Nance--"hoo be safe enough." "Nan Redferne is no witch," said Richard Assheton, authoritatively.
"Neaw witch, Mester Ruchot!" cried the beadle in amazement.
"No more than any of these lasses around us," said Richard.

"Release her, Sparshot." "I forbid him to do so, till she has been examined," cried a sharp voice.

And the next moment Master Potts was seen pushing his way through the crowd.

"So you have found a witch, my masters.

I heard your shouts, and hurried on as fast as I could.