Quick! get your cap.

My staff, mother," he added.

"Poor fellow's got in, p'r'aps." The squire hurried out after Dick, who had taken the lead, and as they passed out of the great stone porch the lad uttered a hail, which was answered evidently from about a couple of hundred yards away.
"He has been coming across the fen path," said the squire.

"Ahoy! don't stir till we come." "Shall we want the lantern, father ?" cried Dick.
"No, no, my lad; we can see.

Seems darker first coming out of the light." A fresh cry came from off the fen, and it was so unmistakably the word "Help!" that the squire and his son increased their pace.
"Ahoy, there!" cried a big gruff voice.
"Hickathrift ?" "Ay, mester! Hear that! some un's in trouble over yonder." The wheelwright's big figure loomed up out of the darkness and joined them as they hurried on.
"Yes, I heard it.