Corporal Van Spitter was of the same opinion as Smallbones, that mischief was intended him, and offered to provide him with a pistol; but Smallbones, who knew little about fire-arms, requested that he might have a bayonet instead, which he could use better.  He was supplied with this, which he concealed within his shirt, and when ordered, he went into the boat with Vanslyperken.  They landed, and it was dark before they arrived at the half-way houses.  Vanslyperken ascended the stairs, and ordered Smallbones to follow him.  As soon as they were in the room, Mr Vanslyperken said, “Here is the biscuit, good woman, and much good may it do you.”

“It’s very kind of you, sir, and many thanks.  It’s not often that people are charitable now-a-days, and this has been a hard winter for poor folk.  Put the bag down there, my good little fellow,” continued the old hypocrite, addressing Smallbones.

“And now, good woman, I shall leave my lad with you, till I come back.  I have to call at a friend’s, and I need not take him.  Smallbones, stay here till I return; get the biscuit out of the bag, as we must take that on board again.”

Smallbones had no objection to remain with a withered, palsied old woman.  He could have no fear of her, and he really began to think that his master had been guilty of charity.

Mr Vanslyperken departed, leaving Smallbones in company with his mother.

“Come now, my lad, come to the chair, and sit down by the fire,” for a fire had been lighted by the old woman expressly, “sit down, and I’ll see if I can find you something in my cupboard; I have, I know, a drop of cordial left somewhere.  Sit down, child; you have had the kindness to bring the bread up for me, and I am grateful.”

The tones of the old beldame’s voice were very different from those she usually indulged in; there was almost a sweetness about them, which proved what she might have effected at the period when she was fair and young.  Smallbones felt not the least disquietude; he sat down in the chair by the fire, while the old woman looked in the cupboard behind him for the cordial, of which she poured him a good allowance in a tea-cup.

Smallbones sipped and sipped, he was not in a hurry to get rid of it, as it was good; the old woman went again to the cupboard, rattled the things about a little, and then, on a sudden, taking out a large hammer, as Smallbones unconsciously sipped, she raised it with both her hands, and down came the blow on his devoted head.

The poor lad dropped the cup, sprang up convulsively, staggered, and then fell.  Once he rolled over, his leg quivered, and he then moved no more.

The beldame watched him with the hammer in her hand, ready to repeat the blow if necessary, indeed she would have repeated it had it not been that after he fell, in turning over, Smallbones’ head had rolled under the low bedstead where she slept.

“My work is sure,” muttered she, “and all the gold is mine.”