Jem said it was chiefly about our mill and our tan-yard that the disturbance lay.
"And where is my father ?" Jem "didn't know," and looked very much as if he didn't care.
"Jael, somebody must go at once, and find my father." "I am going," said Jael, who had already put on her cloak and hood.

Of course, despite all her opposition, I went too.
The tan-yard was deserted; the mob had divided, and gone, one half to our mill, the rest to another that was lower down the river.

I asked of a poor frightened bark-cutter if she knew where my father was?
She thought he was gone for the "millingtary;" but Mr.Halifax was at the mill now--she hoped no harm would come to Mr.Halifax.
Even in that moment of alarm I felt a sense of pleasure.

I had not been in the tan-yard for nearly three years.

I did not know John had come already to be called "Mr.Halifax." There was nothing for me but to wait here till my father returned.