Now then for breakfast.

That over, I dare say the Squire will drop in." But the breakfast was over, and the two flecks of pale light had changed to golden beams, and the golden beams grew less and less slanting, till they straightened themselves up out of sight altogether.

It was noon, and no Squire.
"He's gone a-hunting before breakfast, and got belated," thought Israel.
The afternoon shadows lengthened.

It was sunset; no Squire.
"He must be very busy trying some sheep-stealer in the hall," mused Israel.

"I hope he won't forget all about me till to-morrow." He waited and listened; and listened and waited.
Another restless night; no sleep; morning came.