Wait till we meet again.

That way, sir.

I dare say you know that you can cross the river there ?" Ralph bowed coldly, and took a few steps toward the shallows, before stopping short.
"I must go and thank him for what he has done," he said to himself; and he turned to walk back, but Mark was not visible.
"Master Mark Eden," he cried; but there was no reply, and he cried again, shouting as loud as he could, but there was still no response.
And, sick at heart with pain and vexation, Ralph once more stumbled awkwardly along by the river, amongst stone, bramble, and fern, trying to make out where the deep chasm was down into which he had looked, but it was completely hidden by the trees; and, reaching the shallows, he slowly crossed to go homeward on the more open side, which was a far less difficult task, though it necessitated crossing the river again.
But as the lad disappeared among the trees, Mark Eden rose from where he had been hidden behind a pile of fallen blocks, to make his way into the chasm, and then upward to the castle on the Black Tor, frowning very fiercely, and feeling a good deal dissatisfied with himself, though brightening up a little as he began thinking of what was to happen the next time he and Ralph Darley met.
"One couldn't do anything," he said roughly, "till that old business had been put straight.".