Excuse me, I must go and thank him at once." He moved towards the hedge with a brisk step that seemed to cost him some pain.

The others followed, a pace or two behind.
"You'll not mind my interruptin', Farmer," continued Young Zeb, "but 'tis time Ruby made her mind up, for Mister Pennyway won't take a stiver less.

'Mornin', Ruby, my dear." "And you'll forgive me if I also interrupt," put in the stranger, with the pleasantest smile, "but it is time I thanked the friend who saved my life on Monday morning.

I would come round and shake hands if only I could see the gate." "Don't 'ee mention it," replied Zeb, blushing hotly.

"I'm glad to mark ye lookin' so brave a'ready.