The mists had cleared off, although they still hung round the head of Ingleborough, six miles away, and on some of the other hilltops.

The change of weather had an inspiriting effect, and they went down to breakfast in a brighter and more hopeful frame of mind.

As soon as the meal was over, Harry started for home.
"I hope it won't be long before I can see you again, Harry," Charlie said, as he stood by the horse.
"I hope not, indeed; but there is no saying.

My father's orders are that I am to stay at home, if people come and take possession, and send a man off to you with the news privately, but that, if no one comes, I may myself bring you over any news there is; so I may be back here this afternoon." "I shall be looking out for you, Harry.

Remember, it will be horribly dull for me up here, wondering and fretting as to what is going on." "I know, Charlie; and you shall hear, as soon as I get the smallest scrap of news.