"Faith can remove mountains," quoted Fremling half to himself; "Why should not faith in a curse— in the hate which prompted the curse, rather—why should it not move a piece of rock? Faith is the agent that controls the whole universe."
"Do you mean that old Jabez trotted up from the infernal regions to take a pot-shot at Trevean?" was the doctor's smiling question.
"Yes," was the surprising answer. "Not so literally as your words imply, but the essence of your remark is true. These rocks are ironstone, and do not break or crumble off. The accident was not natural— it was supernatural!"
His companions stared in silence, Humphrey with an awakened look on his face, and Carne with bitter scorn in his eyes.
"Let's have the next fairy-tale," was the latter's jibe.
"The Seventeenth Century v
