He had laid his hand on it before, and knew too well it did not beat.

But he opened the cloak and tried once more.

Willy was walking to and fro across the road, not daring to look down.

And in the desolation of that moment the great heart of his brother failed him too, and he dropped his head over the cold breast beside which he knelt, and from eyes unused to weep the tears fell hot upon it.
"Take the lantern again, Willy," Ralph said, getting up.

Then he lifted the body on to the back of the mare that stood quietly by their side.
As he did so a paper slipped away from the breast of the dead man.
Willy picked it up, and seeing "Ralph Ray" written on the back of it, he handed it to his brother, who thrust it into a pocket unread.
Then the two walked back, their dread burden between them..