back door. Oh, you poor, helpless baby!"

Mr. Fogo, though the words were not spoken to him, winced and turned
to stare abstractedly at the river.



"Sir," said Caleb from his hammock that night, "cudn' 'ee put in a
coddysel?"

"A codicil?"

"Iss, just to say, 'No wimmen allowed but Tamsin Dearlove--us don't
mind she.' Wudn' that do, sir?"

"I'm afraid not, Caleb. By-the-bye, how does your Notice run?
'All women found trespassing will be--'"

"Dealt wi' 'cordin' to the law, sir."

"Dear me, Caleb!" murmured Mr. Fogo, "but I trust that under no
circumstances should I deal with a woman otherwise than according to
the law."




CHAPTER IX.