Philip did not answer, but staggered and stumbled towards him.
'Good lork!' said the man, 'wheere hast ta been?
Thou's seen Oud Harry, I think, thou looks so scared.' Philip rallied himself, and tried to speak up to the old standard of respectability; but the effort was pitiful to see, had any one been by, who could have understood the pain it caused to restrain cries of bodily and mental agony.
'I've lost my way, that's all.' ''Twould ha' been enough, too, I'm thinkin', if I hadn't come out after t' ewes.

There's t' Three Griffins near at hand: a sup o' Hollands 'll set thee to reeghts.' Philip followed faintly.

He could not see before him, and was guided by the sound of footsteps rather than by the sight of the figure moving onwards.

He kept stumbling; and he knew that the old shepherd swore at him; but he also knew such curses proceeded from no ill-will, only from annoyance at the delay in going and 'seem' after t' ewes.' But had the man's words conveyed the utmost expression of hatred, Philip would neither have wondered at them, nor resented them.
They came into a wild mountain road, unfenced from the fells.

A hundred yards off, and there was a small public-house, with a broad ruddy oblong of firelight shining across the tract.
'Theere!' said the old man.