'A likely story.

There's been none these half-dozen years.' 'It's four years since,' answered Stephen; 'I remember, because grandfather and I saw them the day mother died, when little Nan was born.
I couldn't forget them or mistake them after that.

They are at the head of the Black Valley, where the quaking noise begins.

I'm sure I'm right, sir.' 'You are not making game of me ?' asked Jones, laughing heartily at his own wit.

'Well, my lad, if this is true, it will be worth something to me.