Garth stood for a moment without perceiving that he was alone, his eyes still bent on the ground.

Then he walked moodily in the other direction.
When he reached his home, Joe threw down the hoop in the smithy and went into the house.

His mother was there.
"Sim, he's at Shoulthwaite," he said.

"It's like enough his daughter is there, too." A sneer crossed Mrs.Garth's face.
"Tut, she's yan as wad wed the midden for sake of the muck." "You mean she's setting herself at one of the Rays ?" Mrs.Garth snorted, but gave no more explicit reply.
"Ey, she's none so daft, is yon lass," observed the blacksmith.
This was not quite the trace he had meant to follow.

After a pause he said, "What came of his papers--in the trunk ?" "Whose ?" "_Thou_ knows." Mrs.Garth gave her son a quick glance.
"It's like they're still at Fornside.