"There he is!" cried Joey as they gained the ridge; and he pointed; and Taffy, looking along the ridge, saw a speck of scarlet moving against the lead-coloured moors--half a mile away perhaps, or a little more.

He sat the child down, for the cottages were close by.

"Run home, sonny.

I'm going to have a look at the soldier, too." The first bad squall broke on the headland just as Taffy started to run.

It was as if a bag of water had burst right overhead, and within a quarter of a minute he was drenched to the skin.
So fiercely it went howling inland along the ridge that he half expected to see the horse urged into a gallop before it.