He'll be at his father's berrying, that he will." "Nay!" cried Liza, without a prolonged accent of surprise; and, indeed, this fact had come upon her with so much unexpectedness that her curiosity was now actually as well as ostensibly aroused.
"Yes," said Mr.Garth; "and there's those as knows where to lay hands on him this very day--that there is." "I shouldn't be surprised, now, if yon Robbie Anderson has been up to something with him," said Liza, with a curl of the lip intended to convey an idea of overpowering disgust at the conduct of the absent Robbie.
"And maybe he has," said Mr.Garth, with a ponderous shake of the head, denoting the extent of his reverse.

Evidently "he could an' he would." "But you'll go to them, won't you, Joseph?
That is them as wants them--leastways one of them--them as wants _him_ will go and take him, won't they ?" "That they will," said Joseph emphatically.

"But I must be off, lass; for I've the horses to get ready, forby the shortness of the time." "So you're going on horseback, eh, Joey?
Will it take you long ?" "A matter of two hours, for we must go by the Black Sail and come back to Wastdale Head, and that's round-about, thou knows." "So you'll take them on Wastdale Head, then, eh ?" said Liza, turning her head aside as though in the abundance of her maidenly modesty, but really glancing slyly under the corner of her bonnet in the direction taken by the mourners, and wondering if they could be overtaken.
Joseph was a little disturbed to find that he had unintentionally disclosed so much of the design.

The potency of the bright blue eyes that looked up so admiringly into his face at the revelation of the subtlety with which he had seen through a mystery impenetrable to less powerful vision, had betrayed him into unexpected depths of confidence.
Having gone so far, however, Mr.Garth evidently concluded that the best course was to make a clean breast of it--an expedient which he conceived to be insusceptible of danger, for he could see that the funeral party were already on the brow of the hill.

So, with one foot stretched forward as if in the preliminary stage of a hurried leave-taking, the blacksmith told Liza that he had met the schoolmaster that morning, and had gathered enough from a word the little man had dropped without thought to put him upon the trace of the old garrulous body with whom the schoolmaster lodged; that his mother, Mistress Garth, had undertaken the office of sounding this person, and had learned that Ralph had hinted that he would relieve Robbie Anderson of his duty at the top of the Stye Head Pass.
Having heard this, Liza had heard enough, and she was not unwilling that the blacksmith should make what speed he could out of her sight, so that she in turn might make what speed she could out of his sight, and, returning to the Moss without delay, communicate her fearful burden of intelligence to Rotha..