The coroner's jury returned a verdict of felo de se.
'Here's his son's letter,' said one of the Sidlinch men.

''Twas found in his father's pocket.

You can see by the state o't how many times he read it over.

Howsomever, the Lord's will be done, since it must, whether or no.' The grave was filled up and levelled, no mound being shaped over it.

The Sidlinch men then bade the Chalk-Newton choir good-night, and departed with the cart in which they had brought the sergeant's body to the hill.
When their tread had died away from the ear, and the wind swept over the isolated grave with its customary siffle of indifference, Lot Swanhills turned and spoke to old Richard Toller, the hautboy player.
''Tis hard upon a man, and he a wold sojer, to serve en so, Richard.