The wild circling moor seemed suddenly to have gained a mysterious interest.
'Didn't I tell yo he wor gone silly ?' said Louie, triumphantly, at his elbow.
'He's not gone that silly, onyways, but he can freeten little gells,' remarked David, dryly, instinctively putting out an arm, meanwhile, to prevent her disturbing the poor sleeper.
'I worn't freetened,' insisted Louie; '_yo_ were! He may skrike aw day if he likes--for aw I care.

He'll be runnin into hedges by dayleet soon.

Owd churn-yed!' 'Howd your clatterin tongue!' said David, angrily, pushing her out of the doorway.

She lifted a loose sod of heather, which lay just outside, flung it at him, and then took to her heels, and made for the farm and dinner, with the speed of a wild goat.
David brushed his clothes, took a stroll with the dogs, and recovered his temper as best he might.

When he came back, pricked by the state of his appetite, to see whether 'Lias had recovered enough sanity to get home, he found the old man sitting up, looking strangely white and exhausted, and fumbling, in a dazed way, for the tobacco to which he always resorted at moments of nervous fatigue.