Jem nodded his head.

“I must request particular attention to your plan as I proceed, Master Nicholas,” pursued the attorney.  “I now wish to be informed by you, James Device, whether that dyke cuts through the middle of the moor, or traverses the side; and if so, which side?  I desire also to be informed where it commences, and where, it ends?”

Jem scratched his head, and reflected a moment.

“The matter does not require consideration, sirrah,” cried Nowell.  “I must have an instant answer.”

“So yo shan,” replied Jem; “weel, then, th’ dyke begins near a little mound ca’d Turn Heaod, about a hundert yards fro’ my dwellin’, an runs across th’ easterly soide o’t moor till it reaches Knowl Bottom.”

“You will swear this?” cried Potts, scarcely able to conceal his satisfaction.

“Swere it! eigh,” replied Jem.

“Eigh, we’n aw swere it,” chorused the hinds.

“I’m delighted to hear it,” cried Potts, radiant with delight, “for your description corresponds exactly with Master Nowell’s plan, and differs materially from that of Mistress Nutter, as Squire Nicholas Assheton will tell you.”

“I cannot deny it,” replied Nicholas, in some confusion.

“Ey should ha’ said ‘westerly’ i’ stead o’ ‘yeasterly,’” cried Jem, “boh yo puzzle a mon so wi’ your lawyerly questins, that he dusna knoa his reet hond fro’ his laft.”

“Yeigh, yeigh, we aw meant to say ‘yeasterly,’” added the hinds.

“You have sworn the contrary,” cried Nowell.  “Secure him,” he added to the grooms and Sparshot, “and do not let him go till we have completed the survey.  We will now see how far the reality corresponds with the description, and what further devilish tricks have been played with the property.”

Upon this the troop was again put in motion, James Device walking between the two grooms, with Sparshot behind him.

So wonderfully elated was Master Potts by the successful hit he had just made, and which, in his opinion, quite counterbalanced his previous failure, that he could not help communicating his satisfaction to Flint, and this in such manner, that the fiery little animal, who had been for some time exceedingly tractable and good-natured, took umbrage at it, and threatened to dislodge him if he did not desist from his vagaries—­delivering the hint so clearly and unmistakeably that it was not lost upon his rider, who endeavoured to calm him down.  In proportion as the attorney’s spirits rose, those of James Device and his followers sank, for they felt they were caught in a snare, from which they could not easily escape.

By this time they had reached the borders of Worston Moor, which had been hitherto concealed by a piece of rising ground, covered with gorse and brushwood, and Jem’s hut, together with the clough, the rindle, and the dyke, came distinctly into view.  The plans were again produced, and, on comparing them, it appeared that the various landmarks were precisely situated as laid down by Mistress Nutter, while their disposition was entirely at variance with James Device’s statement.