At dark after her return he ate the supper she provided.

When she had gone to bed, he packed some clothes in a canvas bag and went quietly out upon the highway.

Opposite to the smoking ruin of the rectory he halted.

He muttered, "I've got even with him anyhow!" As he murmured his satisfaction, a man left on guard crossed the road.
"Halloa! Where are you bound, Peter ?" "Goin' after a job.

Bad fire, wasn't it--hard on the preacher!" "Hard.