'Feltram!' shouted Sir Bale. Feltram turned and beckoned.

but obeyed the signal.

Sir Bale Mardykes muttered,

'I brought you here, because you can from this point with unusual clearness to-day see the opening of the Clough of Feltram at the other side, and the clump of trees, where you will find the way to reach the person about whom you are always thinking.'

'Who said I am always thinking about him?' said the Baronet angrily; for he felt like a man detected in a weakness, and resented it.

'I say it, because I know it; and you know it also. See that clump of trees standing solitary in the hollow? Among them, to the left, grows an ancient oak. Cut in its bark are two enormous letters-F; so large and bold, that the rugged furrows of the oak bark fail to obscure them, although they are ancient and spread by time. Standing against the trunk of this great tree, with your back to these letters, you are looking up the Glen or Clough of Feltram, that opens northward, where stands Cloostedd Forest spreading far and thick. Now, how do you find our fortune-teller ?'

That is exactly what I wish to know,' answered Sir Bale; because, although I can't, of course, believe that he's a witch, yet he has either made the most marvellous fluke I've heard of, or else he has got extraordinary sources of information; or perhaps he acts partly on chance, partly on facts. Be it which you please, I say he's a marvellous fellow; and I should like to see him, and have a talk with him; and perhaps he could arrange with me. I should be very glad to make an arrangement with him to give me the benefit of his advice about any matter of the same kind again.'

'I think he's willing to see you; but he's a fellow with a queer fancy and a pig-head. He'll not come here; you must go to him; and approach him his own way too, or you may fail to find him. On these terms he invites you.'

Sir Bale laughed.

'He knows his value, and means to make his own terms.' 'Well, there's nothing unfair in that; and I don't see that I should dispute it. How is one to find him?'

'Stand, as I told you, with your back to those letters cut in the oak. Right before you lies an old Druidic altar-stone. Cast your eye over its surface, and on some part of it you are sure to see a black stain about the size of a man's hand. Standing, as I suppose you, against the oak, that stain, which changes its place from day to day, will give you the line you must follow through the forest in order to light upon him. Take carefully from it such trees or objects as will guide you; and when the forest thickens, do the best you can to keep to the same line. You are sure to find him.'

'You'll come, Feltram. I should lose myself in that wilderness, SECOND SERIES, VOL. II. F.S. VOL. XII.

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and probably fail to discover him,' said Sir Bale; and I really wish to see him.'

When two people wish to meet, it is hard if they don't. I can go with you a bit of the way; I can walk a little through the forest by your side, until I see the small flower that grows peeping here and there, that always springs where those people walk; and when I begin to see that sign, I must leave you. And, first, I'll take you across the lake.'

By Jove, you'll do no such thing!' said Sir Bale hastily. 'But that is the way he chooses to be approached,' said Philip Feltram.

I have a sort of feeling about that lake; it's the one childish spot that is left in my imagination. The nursery is to blame for it old stories and warnings; and I can't think of that. I should feel that I had invoked an evil omen if I did. I know it is all nonsense; but we are queer creatures, Feltram. I must only ride there.'

'Why, it is five-and-twenty miles round the lake to that; and after all were done, he would not see you. He knows what he's worth, and he'll have his own way,' answered Feltram. The sun will soon set. See that withered spray, near Snakes Island, that looks like fingers rising from the water? When its points grow tipped with red, the sun has but three minutes more to live.'

That is a wonder which I can't see; it is too far away.'

'Yes; the lake has many signs; but it needs sight to see them,' said Feltram.

'So it does,' said the Baronet; 'more than most men have got. I'll ride round, I say; and I make my visit, for this time, my own way.'

You'll not find him, then; and he wants his money. It would be a pity to vex him.'

'It was to you he lent the money,' said Sir Bale.

'Yes.'

Well, you are the proper person to find him out and pay him,' urged Sir Bale.

Perhaps so; but he invites you; and if you don't go, he may be offended, and you may hear no more from him.'

'We'll try. When can you go? There are races to come off next week, for once and away, at Langton. I should not mind trying my luck there. What do you say?'

I know nothing about it. What can I say?'

'You can go there and pay him, and ask the same question

what horses, I mean, are to win.

All the county are to be there;

'I have an odd idea, Feltram, that you are really going to pay off those cursed mortgages.'

He laid his hand with at least a gesture of kindness on the thin arm of Feltram, who coldly answered,

'So have I;' and walked down the side of the little knoll and away, without another word or look.

CHAPTER XVIII.

ON THE LAKE, AT LAST.

NEXT day Philip Feltram crossed the lake; and Sir Bale, seeing the boat on the water, guessed its destination, and watched its progress with no little interest, until he saw it moored and its sail drop at the rude pier that affords a landing at the Clough of Feltram. He was now satisfied that Philip had actually gone to seek out the cunning man,' and gather hints for the next race.

When that evening Feltram returned, and, later still, entered Sir Bale's library, the master of Mardykes was gladder to see him and more interested about his news than he would have cared to confess.

Philip Feltram did not affect unconsciousness of that anxiety, but, with great directness, proceeded to satisfy it.

any

'I was in Cloostedd Forest to-day, nearly all day—and found the old gentleman in a wax. He did not ask me to drink, nor show me kindness. He was huffed because you would not take the trouble to cross the lake to speak to him yourself. He took the money you sent him, and counted it over, and dropped it into his pocket; and he called you hard names enough and to spare; but I brought him round, and at last he did talk.'

And what did he say ?'

'He said that the estate of Mardykes would belong to a Feltram.'

'He might have said something more likely,' said Sir Bale sourly. Did he say anything more?'

6 Yes. He said the winner at Langton Lea would be Silver Bell.'

'Any other name?'

'No.'

'Silver Bell? Well, that's not so odd as the last. Silver Bell stands high in the list. He has a good many backers-long odds in his favour against most of the field. I should not mind backing Silver Bell.'

The fact is, that he had no idea of backing any other horse from the moment he heard the soothsayer's prediction. He made up his mind to no half measures this time. He would go in to win something handsome.

He was in great force and full of confidence on the race-course. He had no fears for the result. He bet heavily. There was a good margin still untouched of the Mardykes estate; and Sir Bale was a good old name in the county. He found a ready market for his offers, and had soon staked-such is the growing frenzy of that excitement about twenty thousand pounds on his favourite, and stood to win seven.

He did not win, however. He lost his twenty thousand pounds. And now the Mardykes estate was in imminent danger. Sir Bale returned, having distributed IO Us and promissory notes in all directions about him-quite at his wit's end.

Feltram was standing-as on the occasion of his former happier return on the steps of Mardykes Hall, in the evening sun, throwing eastward a long shadow that was lost in the lake. He received him, as before, with a laugh.

Sir Bale was too much broken to resent this laugh as furiously as he might, had he been a degree less desperate.

He looked at Feltram savagely, and dismounted.

'Last time you would not trust him, and this time he would not trust you. He's huffed, and played you false.'

'It was not he. I should have backed that d-d horse in any case,' said Sir Bale, grinding his teeth. 'What a witch you have discovered! One thing is true, perhaps. rich enough, he might have the estate now; but there ain't. They are all beggars. So much for your conjurer.'

If there was a Feltram

'He may make amends to you, if you make amends to him.' 'He! Why, what can that wretched impostor do? D-n me, I'm past helping now.'

'Don't you talk so,' said Feltram.

the old gentleman.

him.

He'll make it up.
He'll make it up.

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Be civil. You must please

He's placable when it suits
I hear you are nearly

Why not go to him his own way? ruined. You must go and make it up.'

'Make it up! With whom? With a fellow who can't make even a guess at what's coming? Why should I trouble my head about him more?'

'No man, young or old, likes to be frumped. Why did you cross his fancy? He won't see you unless you go to him as he chooses.'

If he waits for that, he may wait till doomsday. I don't choose to go on that water-and cross it I won't,' said Sir Bale.

But when his distracting reminders began to pour in upon him, and the idea of dismembering what remained of his property came home to him, his resolution faltered.

'I say, Feltram, what difference can it possibly make to him if I choose to ride round to Cloostedd Forest instead of crossing the lake in a boat?'

Feltram smiled darkly, and answered,

'I can't tell. Can you ?'

'Of course I can't I say I can't; besides, what audacity of a fellow like that presuming to prescribe to me! Utterly ludicrous ! And he can't predict-do you really think or believe, Feltram, that he can ?'

I know he can. I know he misled you on purpose.

He likes to punish those who don't respect his will; and there is a reason in it, often quite clear-not ill-natured. Now you see he compels you to seek him out, and when you do, I think he'll help you through your trouble. He said he would.'

" Then you have seen him since ?'

Yesterday. He has put a pressure on you; but he means to help you.'

He

'If he means to help me, let him remember I want a banker more than a seer. Let him give me a lift, as he did before. must lend me money.'

'He'll not stick at that.

him through.'

When he takes up a man, he carries

The races of Byermere-I might retrieve at them. But they don't come off for a month nearly; and what is a man like me to do in the mean time ?'

'Every man should know his own business best. I'm not like you,' said Feltram grimly.

Now Sir Bale's trouble increased, for some people were pressing. Something like panic supervened; for it happened that land was bringing just then a bad price, and more must be sold in consequence.

'All I can tell them is, I am selling land. It can't be done in an hour. I'm selling enough to pay them all twice over. Gentlemen used to be able to wait till a man sold his acres for payment. D-n them! do they want my body, that they can't let me alone for five minutes ?'

The end of it was, that before a week Sir Bale told Feltram that he would go by boat, since that fellow insisted on it; and he did very much care if he were drowned.

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It was a beautiful autumnal day. Everything was bright in that mellowed sun, and the deep blue of the lake was tremulous with golden ripples; and crag and peak and scattered wood, faint in the distance, came out with a filmy distinctness on the fells in that pleasant light.

Sir Bale had been ill, and sent down the night before for Doctor Torvey. He was away with a patient. Now, in the morning, he had arrived inopportunely. He met Sir Bale as he issued from the house, and had a word with him in the court, for he would not turn back.