"What hast thou done with Cuthbert Ashbead ?" "I have seen nothing of him since he sent a bolt after me at your bidding, lord abbot," replied Demdike.
"Beware lest any harm come to him, or thou wilt rue it," cried Paslew.
"But I have no time to waste on thee.

Farewell, fathers.

High mass will be said in the convent church before we set out on the expedition to-morrow morning.

You will both attend it." "You will never set out upon the expedition, lord abbot," cried Demdike, planting his staff so suddenly into the ground before the horse's head that the animal reared and nearly threw his rider.
"How now, fellow, what mean you ?" cried the abbot, furiously.
"To warn you," replied Demdike.
"Stand aside," cried the abbot, spurring his steed, "or I will trample you beneath my horse's feet." "I might let you ride to your own doom," rejoined Demdike, with a scornful laugh, as he seized the abbot's bridle.

"But you shall hear me.
I tell you, you will never go forth on this expedition.