Then-- "Good-night, old chap!" he responded heartily.

"Ef I don't see ye i' the mornin' I'll leave ye a bottle o' yerb wine to take along wi' ye trampin', for the more ye drinks o't the soberer ye'll be an' the better ye'll like it.

But ye should give up the idee o' footin' it to Cornwall; ye'll never git there without a liftin'." "I'll have a good try, anyway," rejoined Helmsley.

"Good-night!" He turned towards Tom o' the Gleam.
"Good-night!" "Good-night!" And Tom's dark eyes glowed upon him with a sombre intentness.

"You know the old proverb which says, 'It's a long lane which has never a turning' ?" Helmsley nodded with a faint smile.
"Your turning's near at hand," said Tom.