I am sorry you are going, Bill, very sorry; but if you were my own brother I would not say a word to stop you.

Didn't his feyther give up his life to save little Janey?
and I would give mine to save his.

But I do think it will be good for you, Bill; times are bad, and it has been very hard for you lately in Varley.
I know all about it, and you will do better across the seas.

You will write, won't you, sometimes ?" "Never fear," Bill said huskily, "oi will wroite, Polly; goodby, and God bless you all; but it mayn't be goodby, for oi mayn't foind him;" and, wringing the hands of Luke and Polly, Bill returned to his cottage, hastily packed up a few things in a kit, slung it over his shoulder on a stick, and started out in search of Ned.
Late that evening there came a knock at the door of Luke's cottage.

On opening it he found Bill standing there.
"Back again, Bill!--then thou hasn't found him ?" "No," Bill replied in a dejected voice.