"
"I will tell you what I will do," replied Fenwolf, in a low tone; "I will set
Sir Thomas at liberty, and run all risks of Herne's displeasure, if you will
promise to be mine."
Mabel replied by a look of unutterable disgust.
"Then he will await Herne's coming where he is," rejoined Fenwolf.
Saying which he arose, and, pushing a table near the bench, took the
remains of a huge venison pasty and a loaf from a hutch standing on
one side of the cavern.
By this time Old Tristram, having succeeded in lighting the fire, placed
himself at the farther end of the table, and fell to work upon the viands
with Fenwolf. Mabel was pressed to partake of the repast, but she
declined the offer. A large stone bottle was next produced and emptied
of its contents by the pair, who seemed well contented with their
regale.
Meanwhile Mabel was revolving the possibility of flight, and had more
than once determined to make an attempt, but fear restrained her. Her
grandsire, as has been stated, sedulously avoided her gaze, and turned
a deaf ear to her complaints and entreaties. But once, when Fenwolf's
back was turned, she caught him gazing at her with peculiar
significance, and then comprehended the meaning of his strange
conduct.
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