S'pose he runs off again, and Master Mark says to me, `Why didn't you lead her home ?' what am I to say ?" Mary sat gazing straight before her, and had to ride ignominiously back to the zigzags leading up to the top of the Black Tor, where she dismounted, and Dummy led the pony to its underground stable.
"I shan't tell Master Mark," said the boy to the pony, as he took off bridle and saddle; "and you can't, Ugly; and she won't neither, so nobody'll never know.".