Then, raising his eyes and looking up at Rotha, he said, "Why, what's this?
What ails thee?
Ey! What's wrang ?" "Gone, you say ?" said Rotha.

"I fear that is the worst news of all, Matthew." But now there was the rattle of a wagon on the lonnin.

A moment later the door was thrown open, and Liza Branthwaite stood in the porch with Reuben Thwaite behind her.
"Here's Robbie Anderson back home in Reuben's cart," said Liza, catching her breath.
"Fetch him in," said Matthew.

"Is he grown shy o' t'yance ?" "That's mair nor my share, Mattha," said Reuben.
"The lad's dylt out--fair beat, I tell thee; I picked him up frae the brae side." "He can scarce move hand or foot," cried Liza.

"Come, quick!" Rotha was out at the wagon in a moment.
"He's ill: he's unconscious," she said.