were
provided, and bearing one of these lanterns herself, Joan led the way.
As she stepped out onto the pavement a man was passing, and, attracted
by the confusion, turned to the crowd:
"What is the matter?" he asked.
"There's a mon been killed up on th' Knoll Road," answered one of the
colliers. "It's this lass's feyther, Dan Lowrie."
The man strode into the light and showed an agitated face.
"Killed!" he said, "Dan Lowrie!"
It was Fergus Derrick.
He recognized Joan immediately, and went to her.
"For pity's sake," he exclaimed, "don't go with them. If what they
say is true, this is no place for you. Let me take you home. You ought
not----"
"It wur me," interrupted Joan, in a steady voice, "as found him."
He could not persuade her to remain behind, so he walked on by her side.
He asked her no questions. He knew enough to understand that his enemy
had reaped the whirlwind he had himself sown.
It was he who knelt first by the side of the prostrate man, holding the
lantern above the almost unrecognizable face. Then he would have raised
the lifeless hand, but Joan, who had bent down near him, stopped him
with a quick move.
"Dunnot do that," she faltered, and when he looked up in surprise,
he comprehended her meaning, even before she added, in a passionate
undertone, the miserable words:
"Ther's blood on it, as might ha' bin yo're own."
"Theer's a bottle here," some one cried out suddenly. "A bottle as I
just set my foot on. Chaps, theer's been vitriol throwed."
"Ay," cried another, "so theer has; chaps, look yo' here. Th' villains
has vitriolled him."
They laid him upon the shutter they had brought, and carried him
homeward. Joan and Derrick were nearest to him as they walked.
They were not far from the cottage, and it was not long before the
light glimmered through the window upon them. Seeing it, Joan turned to
Derrick suddenly.
"I mun hurry on before," she said. "I mun go and say a word to Liz.
Comin' aw at onct th' soight ud fear her."
Reaching the house, she pushed the door open and went in. Everything was
so quiet that she fancied the girl must have gone to bed.
"Liz," she said aloud. "Liz!"
Her voice fell with an echoing sound upon the silent room. She looked at
the bed and saw the child lying there asleep. Liz was not with it. She
passed quickly into the room adjoining and glanced around. It was empty.
Moved by some impulse she went back to the bed, and in bending ove
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