"No Knockowen for me." But it was of no avail; protest as we would, we had to do as we were bid.

That very hour, with nothing but a little book that was once my mother's, and a few poor clothes, and Con the dog at my heels, I followed his honour down to the boat and left my old home behind me.
And before dawn of day Tim was trudging surlily at my father's heels across country, on his way to join the _Cigale_ at Sheep Haven..