"I can hear the footstep.

Listen!" His ear was to the earth, and the shiftless one imitated him.

At the end of a minute he spoke.
"Yes," he said, "I hear him, too.

We'll make him welcome." He rose, put a fresh piece of wood on the fire, and smiled, as he saw the flame leap up and crackle merrily.
"Here he is," said Henry.
The figure that emerged from the bushes was thick-set and powerful, the strong face seamed and tanned by the wind, rain and sun of years.

The man stepped into the circle of the firelight, and held out his hand.