Then the light went wavering on, defining in its course the curved ridge of the further moor, till at last it made a long circuit downwards, disappearing for a minute somewhere in the dark bosom of Kinder Low, about midway between earth and sky.

David guessed that Uncle Reuben must be searching the smithy.

Then it descended rapidly, till finally it vanished behind the hill far below, which was just distinguishable in the cloudy moonshine.

Uncle Reuben had gone home.
David drew a long breath.

But that patient quest in the dark--the tone of the farmer's call--that mysterious word _Sandy_, had touched the boy, made him restless.