"What is she?"
"Don't I tell you—one of my net-makers!" thundered Kinvig.
"Who are her people? Where does she come from? What do you know about her? What has Christian had to say to her—"
"Hold on; that's a middling tidy lot to begin with," shouted Kinvig.
Then it was explained that Mona Cregeen was a young woman of perhaps three-and-twenty, who had recently come to Peel from somewhere in the south of the island, accompanied by her aged mother and little sister, a child of five, closely resembling her.
Jemmy, the gardener, returned to say that Christian was not at home; left an hour ago; said he would be back before bedtime.
"Ah! it's the 'Jolly Herrings' he's off to," said Kinvig. The "Jolly Herrings" was a low hovel of an inn down in the town.
"As I say, you've a fine feeling for the fun, Kerruish," said Mylrea; "Jemmy, put on your coat quick. You have to carry a message to the harbor-master. It can't wait for Master Christian."
Now, Jemmy Balladhoo had, as we have seen, one weakness, but it was not work. He remembered quite opportunely that there was a boy in the kitchen who had just come up on an errand from the town, and must of course go back again. It was quite an inspiration, but none the less plainly evident that the boy was the very person to carry the message to the harbor-master.
"Who is he?" shouted Kerruish Kinvig.
