An if yo doan't tak a stick to boath on them when they coom back, _I will_, soa theer, Reuben Grieve.

Yo niver had no sperrit wi 'em--niver--and that's yan reason why they've grown up soa ramjam full o' wickedness.' It relieved her to abuse her husband.

Reuben said nothing, but hung over the wall, straining his eyes into the gathering darkness.

The wooded sides of the great moor which enclosed the valley to the north were fading into dimness, and to the east, above the ridge of Kinder Low, a young moon was rising.

The black steep wall of the Scout was swiftly taking to itself that majesty which all mountains win from the approach of night.