He was slightly lame from an accident.
"Is it thee, Paul?
Is 'e worse ?" "You've got to go to London." The two walked off the pit-bank, where men were watching curiously.

As they came out and went along the railway, with the sunny autumn field on one side and a wall of trucks on the other, Morel said in a frightened voice: "'E's niver gone, child ?" "Yes." "When wor't ?" "Last night.

We had a telegram from my mother." Morel walked on a few strides, then leaned up against a truck-side, his hand over his eyes.

He was not crying.

Paul stood looking round, waiting.