In the dale, a tenant had a traditional right to have his sheep valued by a jury of his neighbors and Hayes had fixed the time at eight o'clock next day.

The animals, however, must be sorted and penned before this, and the work would begin early in the morning.
"We had better try the fells, Tom," said Kit.
The shepherd looked at the threatening sky and fading line of rugged heights.
"Aw, yes.

It's gan t' be a rough neet, but we'll try 't.

We can rest a bit at oad mine-house this side Bleatarn ghyll." Now their route was fixed, Kit mused about something else.

Railton was his neighbor, but, except for this, Kit had no particular grounds for helping him; he had obviously nothing to gain.