Master Potts then rose in his stirrups, and calling for silence, addressed the assemblage.

“There stands the hut,” he said, “and instead of being behind the clough, it is on one side of it, while the door certainly does not face the moor, neither is the rindle in front of the dwelling or near it; while the dyke, which is the main and important boundary line between the properties, runs above two hundred yards further west than formerly.  Now, observe the original position of these marks, meres, and boundaries—­that is, of this hut, this clough, this rindle, and this dyke—­exactly corresponds with the description given of them by the man Device, who dwells in the place, and who is, therefore, a person most likely to be accurately acquainted with the country; and yet, though he has only been absent two days, changes the most surprising have taken place—­changes so surprising, indeed, that he scarcely knows the way to his own house, and certainly never could find the path which he has described as leading to Hook Cliff, since it is entirely obliterated.  Observe, further, all these extraordinary and incomprehensible changes in the appearance of the country, and in the situation of the marks, meres, and boundaries, are favourable to Mistress Nutter, and give her the advantage she seeks over my honoured and honourable client.  They are set down in Mistress Nutter’s plan, it is true; but when, let me ask, was that plan prepared?  In my opinion it was prepared first, and the changes in the land made after it by diabolical fraud and contrivance.  I am sorry to have to declare this to you, Master Nicholas, and to you, Master Richard, but such is my firm conviction.”

“And mine, also,” added Nowell; “and I here charge Mistress Nutter with sorcery and witchcraft, and on my return I will immediately issue a warrant for her arrest.  Sparshot, I command you to attach the person of James Device, for aiding and abetting her in her foul practices.”

“I will help you to take charge of him,” said the reeve, riding forward.

Probably this was done to give Jem a chance of escape, and if so, it was successful, for as the reeve pushed among his captors, and thrust Sparshot aside, the ruffian broke from them; and running with great swiftness across the moor, plunged into the clough, and disappeared.

Nicholas and Richard instantly gave chase, as did Master Potts, but the fugitive led them over the treacherous bog in such a manner as to baffle all pursuit.  A second disaster here overtook the unlucky attorney, and damped him in his hour of triumph.  Flint, who had apparently not forgotten or forgiven the joyous kicks he had recently received from the attorney’s heels, came to a sudden halt by the side of the quagmire, and, putting down his head, and flinging up his legs, cast him into it.  While Potts was scrambling out, the animal galloped off in the direction of the clough, and had just reached it when he was seized upon by James Device, who suddenly started from the covert, and vaulted upon his back.