It was the dead of night, and very dark, when Barnaby, with his stumbling comrade, approached the place where he had left his father; but he could see him stealing away into the gloom, distrustful even of him, and rapidly retreating.

After calling to him twice or thrice that there was nothing to fear, but without effect, he suffered Hugh to sink upon the ground, and followed to bring him back.
He continued to creep away, until Barnaby was close upon him; then turned, and said in a terrible, though suppressed voice: 'Let me go.

Do not lay hands upon me.

You have told her; and you and she together have betrayed me!' Barnaby looked at him, in silence.
'You have seen your mother!' 'No,' cried Barnaby, eagerly.

'Not for a long time--longer than I can tell.