The little book, from which he had torn the leaves for this purpose, had already dropped unheeded into the grass at his feet.
"Yes, son, yes, we'll go," muttered the man.

"I feel better now.

I can--walk." And he did walk, though very slowly, ten, a dozen, twenty steps.

From behind came the sound of wheels that stopped close beside them.
"Hullo, there! Going to the village ?" called a voice.
"Yes, sir." David's answer was unhesitating.

Where "the village" was, he did not know; he knew only that it must be somewhere away from the woman who had called him a thief.