CHAPTER X.
Half an hour later, after the stormy praying and singing which had succeeded Mr.Dyson's address, David found himself tramping up the rough and lonely road leading to the high Kinder valley.

The lights of Clough End had disappeared; against the night sky the dark woody side of Mardale Moor was still visible; beneath it sang the river; a few stars were to be seen; and every now and then the windows of a farm shone out to guide the wayfarer.

But David stumbled on, noticing nothing.

At the foot of the steep hill leading to the farm he stopped a moment, and leant over the gate.

The little lad's cry was in his ears.
Presently he leapt the gate impatiently, and ran up whistling.
Supper was over, but Hannah ungraciously brought him out some cold bacon and bread.