Fifty yards on the down side of the beck from the smithy--that was the place, Ralph." The dalesman looked grave.

Then a light crossed his face as if a wave of hope had passed through him.

Sim had said he was leaning against the bridge.

All that Angus could have done must have been done to the north of it.

Was it possible, after all, that Angus had not killed Wilson by that fall?
"You say that for the moment, when you touched him, you thought Wilson was not dead ?" "It's true, I thought so." Sim had thought the same.
"Did you see any one else that night ?" "No." "Nor hear other footsteps ?" "No, none but my own at last--none." It was no clew.