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um coom, John, he bee a roight good un.”

      “Well, if thou would’st like it, Bill, he shall coom.”

      “If thou coom oop to Varley and ask vor Bill Swinton, anyone will show ee the place.”

      “Goodby,” Ned said to the boy, “I am so sorry you have got hurt. I will come and see you as soon as I can.”

      Then he and Tompkins set off toward the rock the man had pointed out, which by this time, in the fast growing darkness, could scarce be made out. They would indeed probably have missed it, for the distance was fully a mile and a half; but before they had gone many yards one of the four men passed by them on a run on his way down to Marsden to summon the parish doctor, for a moment’s examination had sufficed to show them that the boy’s injury was far too serious to treat by themselves.

      Tired as the boys were, they set off in his footsteps, and managed to keep him in sight until they reached the spot whence Marsden could be seen, and they could no longer mistake the way.

      “Now, look here, Tompkins,” Ned said as they made their way down the hill; “don’t you say a word about this affair. You haven’t got much to boast about in it, sitting there on the grass and doing nothing to help me. I shan’t say anything more about that if you hold your tongue; but if you blab I will let all the fellows know how you behaved.”

      “But they will all notice my nose directly I get in,” Tompkins said. “What am I to say?”

      “Yes, there’s no fear about their not noticing your nose,” Ned replied. “I don’t want you to tell a lie. You can say the exact truth. We were coming home across the moors; a boy interfered with us, and would not let us pass; we both pitched into him, and at last he got the worst of it, and we came home.”

      “But what’s the harm of saying that you and he fell, and he broke his leg?”

      “A great deal of harm,” Ned replied. “If it was known that a boy’s leg got broke in a fight with us it would be sure to come to Hathorn’s ears; then there would be an inquiry and a row. Like enough he would go up to see the boy and inquire all about it. Then the men would suppose that we had broken our words, and the next time you and I go out on a fishing expedition there’s no saying what mightn’t happen to us. They are a rough lot those moor men, and don’t stick at trifles.”

      “I will say nothing about it,” Tompkins replied hastily; “you may rely on that. What a lucky fellow you are to be going home! Nothing will be said to you for being an hour late. I shall get a licking to a certainty. How I do hate that Hathorn, to be sure!”

      They now came to the point where the road separated and each hurried on at his best speed.

      “You are late tonight, Ned,” the boy’s father said when he entered. “I don’t like your being out after dark. I don’t mind how far you go so that you are in by sunset; but, halloo!” he broke off, as he caught sight of the boy’s face as he approached the table at which the rest of the party were sitting at tea; “what have you been doing to your face?”

      Captain Sankey might well be surprised. One of the boy’s eyes was completely closed by a swelling which covered the whole side of his face. His lip was badly cut, and the effect of that and the swelling was to give his mouth the appearance of being twisted completely on one side.

      “Oh! there’s nothing the matter,” Ned replied cheerfully; “but I had a fight with a boy on the moor.”

      “It is dreadful!—quite dreadful!” Mrs. Sankey said; “your going on like this. It makes me feel quite faint and ill to look at you. I wonder you don’t get killed with your violent ways.”

      Ned made no reply but took his seat at the table, and fell to work upon the hunches of thick brown bread and butter.

      “I will tell you about it afterward, father,” he said; “it really wasn’t my fault.”

      “I am sure I don’t wish to hear the story of your quarrels and fighting, Edward,” Mrs. Sankey said; “the sight of you is quite enough to upset my nerves and make me wretched. Of course if your father chooses to support you in such goings on I can say nothing. Neither he nor you seem to remember how trying such things as these are to any one with a broken constitution like mine.”

      Captain Sankey, knowing from experience how useless it was to attempt to argue with his wife when she was in this mood, continued to eat his meal placidly. Ned seized his mug of milk and water, and took an impatient drink of it.

      “Is there anything I had better do for my face?” he asked his father presently.

      “I don’t think anything you can do, Ned, will make you presentable for the next few days. I believe that a raw beefsteak is the best thing to put on your eye, but is not such a thing in the house, and if there was, I don’t think that I should be justified in wasting it for such a purpose. I should say the next best thing would be to keep a cloth soaked in cold water on your face; that will probably take down the swelling to some extent.”

      After tea Ned repaired to the kitchen, where Abijah, with much scolding and some commiseration, applied a wet cloth to his face, and fastened a handkerchief over it to keep it in its place. Then the boy went into the little room which his father called his study, where he used to read the papers, to follow the doings of the British armies in the field, and above all to smoke his pipe in quiet. He laughed as Ned entered.

      “You look like a wounded hero, indeed, Ned. Now sit down, my boy, and tell me about this business; not, you know, that I have any objection to your fighting when it’s necessary. My experience is that it is the nature of boys to fight, and it is no use trying to alter boys’ nature. As I have always told you, don’t get into a fight if you can help it; but, if you once begin, fight it out like a man.”

      “Well, I couldn’t help it this time, father, and I will tell you all about it. I promised not to tell; but what was meant by that was that I should not tell any one who would do anything about it; and as I know you won’t, why, of course I can tell you.”

      “I don’t know what you mean in the least, Ned; a promise, whatever it is about, is a promise.”

      “I know, father, but all that was meant in my case was that I would say nothing which would cause injury to those to whom I promised; and it will do them no injury whatever by telling you in confidence. Besides, it is probable you may learn about it in some other way; because, unfortunately, I broke the other fellow’s leg very badly, and there is no saying what may come of it, so I think you ought to know all the circumstances.”

      “Very well, Ned,” his father said quietly; “this seems to be a serious business. Go on, my boy.”

      Ned related the whole circumstances, his father saying no word until he had finished.

      “You have been in no way to blame in the matter, nor could you have acted otherwise. The breaking of the boy’s leg is unfortunate, but it was a pure accident, and even the boy’s friends did not blame you in the matter. As to the illegal drilling, that is no new thing; it has been known to be going on for many months, and, indeed, in some places for years. The authorities take but little notice of it. An outbreak of these poor fellows would, indeed, constitute a considerable local danger. Mills might be burned down, and possibly some obnoxious masters killed, but a few troops of dragoons, or half a regiment of light infantry, would scatter them like chaff.

      “The Irish rebellion thirteen years ago was a vastly more formidable affair. There it may be said that the whole country was in arms, and the element of religious fanaticism came into play; but in spite of that the resistance which they opposed to the troops was absolutely contemptible; however, it is just as well that you did not see them drill, because now, if by any chance this lad should die, and inquiry were made about it, there would be no occasion for you to allude to the subject at all. You would be able to say truthfully that finding that he was hurt, you went off, and happened to come upon four men on the moor and brought them to his assistance.”

      “I promised to go up to see the boy, father. I suppose that there is no harm?”

      “None at all, Ned, it is only natural that you should entertain

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