With a yell of 'Fy Nhad,' and then a
yell of 'Father!' she darted round the pool, and then, bounding up
the rugged path like a chamois, disappeared behind a corner of
jutting rock.
At the same moment the head of the Gypsy girl reappeared round the
eastern cleft of the gorge. Sinfi came quickly up to me and
whispered, 'Don't follow.'
'I will,' I said.
'No, you won't,' said she, seizing my wrist with a grip of iron. 'If
you do she's done for. Do you know where she is running to? A couple
of furlongs up that path there's another that branches off on the
right; it ain't more nor a futt-an'-a-half wide along a precipuss
more nor a hundred futt deep. She knows it well. She'll make for
that. The cuss is on her wuss nor ever, judgin' from the gurn and the
flash of her teeth.'
I waited for two or three seconds in the wildest impatience.
'Let's follow her now,' I said.
'No, no,' she whispered, 'not yet, 'less you want to see her tumble
down the cliff.' After a few minutes Sinfi and I went up the main
pathway. Winnie seemed to have slackened her pace when she was out of
sight, for we saw her just turning away on the right at the point
indicated by Sinfi.
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