Now they had started, they would go on, stubbornly taking a road that was new to them.

Bell, of course, would make a cunning fight, but Peter doubted if he would win.
"I reckon your plan will work," he said to Kit, with a nod of satisfaction.
Kit nodded and picking up his hat and some letters went out.

As he walked down the dale the moon rose above a shadowy fell, touching the opposite hillside with silver light that reached the fields at the bottom farther on.

Tall pikes of wet hay threw dark shadows across a meadow, and he heard the roar of a swollen beck.

There was too much water in the dale, but Kit knew something might be done to make farming pay in spite of the weather.