At the top he marked a new line for the next day's sport, and then as the sun was getting low the party started home by the old stone-boat road.

Near the bottom they overtook the Askews, and one or two others walking at their horses' heads as they cautiously descended a steep pitch.

Grace noted that although they were not bringing much peat there was a risk of the sledges running down upon the teams.
"You have not got on very fast," she said to Peter.
"If we're no verra careful, we'll gan faster than we like." "I suppose that's why you're only taking half a load ?" "Just that," Peter agreed.

"It wadn't suit for load to run ower the team.
Better safe than sorry, though it's a terrible loss o' time." "Then, why don't you look for an easier way down ?" "There's only the oad green road.

Fellside's ower steep for horses." "Well, if I can think of a better way I'll tell you," Grace replied, smiling, and hurried on after the others.
They left her at the Tarnside gate and she stopped abruptly as she went up the drive.