The air up there seemed to emit gentle kisses.
Cornelius started forward at last, and Joshua almost simultaneously.

Two or three minutes brought them to the brink of the stream.

At first they could see nothing in the water, though it was not so deep nor the night so dark but that their father's light kerseymere coat would have been visible if he had lain at the bottom.

Joshua looked this way and that.
'He has drifted into the culvert,' he said.
Below the foot-bridge of the weir the stream suddenly narrowed to half its width, to pass under a barrel arch or culvert constructed for waggons to cross into the middle of the mead in haymaking time.

It being at present the season of high water the arch was full to the crown, against which the ripples clucked every now and then.