Annie thought for a little while, trying to gather her smooth clear brow into maternal wrinkles, and then she looked at her child, and said, “I will risk it, for daddy’s sake, darling; you precious soul, for daddy’s sake.”  I asked her what she was going to risk.  She would not tell me; but took upper hand, and saw to my cider-cans and bacon, and went from corner to cupboard, exactly as if she had never been married; only without an apron on.  And then she said, “Now to your mowers, John; and make the most of this fine afternoon; kiss your godson before you go.”  And I, being used to obey her, in little things of that sort, kissed the baby, and took my cans, and went back to my scythe again.

By the time I came home it was dark night, and pouring again with a foggy rain, such as we have in July, even more than in January.  Being soaked all through, and through, and with water squelching in my boots, like a pump with a bad bucket, I was only too glad to find Annie’s bright face, and quick figure, flitting in and out the firelight, instead of Lizzie sitting grandly, with a feast of literature, and not a drop of gravy.  Mother was in the corner also, with her cheery-coloured ribbons glistening very nice by candle-light, looking at Annie now and then, with memories of her babyhood; and then at her having a baby:  yet half afraid of praising her much, for fear of that young Lizzie.  But Lizzie showed no jealousy:  she truly loved our Annie (now that she was gone from us), and she wanted to know all sorts of things, and she adored the baby.  Therefore Annie was allowed to attend to me, as she used to do.

“Now, John, you must start the first thing in the morning,” she said, when the others had left the room, but somehow she stuck to the baby, “to fetch me back my rebel, according to your promise.”

“Not so,” I replied, misliking the job, “all I promised was to go, if this house were assured against any onslaught of the Doones.”

“Just so; and here is that assurance.”  With these words she drew forth a paper, and laid it on my knee with triumph, enjoying my amazement.  This, as you may suppose was great; not only at the document, but also at her possession of it.  For in truth it was no less than a formal undertaking, on the part of the Doones, not to attack Plover’s Barrows farm, or molest any of the inmates, or carry off any chattels, during the absence of John Ridd upon a special errand.  This document was signed not only by the Counsellor, but by many other Doones:  whether Carver’s name were there, I could not say for certain; as of course he would not sign it under his name of “Carver,” and I had never heard Lorna say to what (if any) he had been baptized.

In the face of such a deed as this, I could no longer refuse to go; and having received my promise, Annie told me (as was only fair) how she had procured that paper.  It was both a clever and courageous act; and would have seemed to me, at first sight, far beyond Annie’s power.  But none may gauge a woman’s power, when her love and faith are moved.