But he was real sorry to part with the cross-grained varmint; I thought he was going to blubber when he saw father leading him off.

Bilbah wouldn't go neither at first; pulled back, and snorted and went on as if he'd never seen only one man afore in his life.

Father got vexed at last and makes a sign to old Crib; he fetches him such a 'heeler' as gave him something else to think of for a few miles.

He didn't hang back much after that.
The three other chaps went their own road.

They kept very dark all through.