"Hod thy tail in the watter, lad, and there's hope for thee yit." With this figurative expression Mattha settled himself for the drive.
Rotha turned to Reuben Thwaite.
"At Carlisle, did you hear anything--meet anybody ?" she asked.
"Baith," said Reuben, with a twinkle which was lost in the darkness.
"I mean from Wythburn.

Did you meet anybody from--did you see Ralph or my father ?" "Nowther." "Nor hear of them ?" "No--wait--deary me, deary me, now 'at I mind it--I nivver thought of it afore--I heeard 'at a man had been had up at the Toon Hall and taken to the gaol.

It cannot be 'at the man were--no, no--I'm ram'lin' mysel sure-ly." "Ralph; it was Ralph!" said Rotha, trembling visibly.

"Be quick.

Good night!" "Ralph at Carlisle!" said Mattha.