"I hope nothing has happened to Bowler." The morning hours slipped by, and yet Gethin did not appear.

At dinner in the farm kitchen there were inquiries and comments, but nobody knew anything of the absent one.
In the best kitchen the meal was partaken of in silence, a heavy cloud hung over the household, and terrible doubts clutched at their hearts, but no one spoke his fears.

When, however, the shades of evening were closing in, and neither on moor nor meadow, in stable nor yard, was Gethin to be seen, a dreadful certainty fell upon them.

It was too evident that he had disappeared from the haunts of Garthowen.

Will swore under his breath, Gwilym Morris was even more tender than usual to every member of the family, and Ebben Owens went about the farm with a hard look on his face, and a red spot on each cheek, but nobody said anything more about sending for a policeman.