"Back--back to Tredinnis!" The crowd took up the cry, "Back to Tredinnis!" The old man shook off the Bryanite's hand, and as the procession wheeled and reformed itself confusedly, rushed to the head of it, waving his hat-- "Back!--Back to Tredinnis!" "God help them!" said Mr.Raymond; and taking Taffy by the arm, drew him back into the church.
The shouting died away up the road.

For three-quarters of an hour father and son worked in silence.

The reddened sky shed its glow gently through the clear glass windows, suffusing the shadows beneath the arched roof.

And in the silence the lad wondered what was happening up at Tredinnis.
Jim the Whip took oath afterward that it was no fault of his.

He had suspected three of the hounds for a day or two--Chorister, White Boy, and Bellman--and had separated them from the pack.