dishevelled beard, with the startled eyes
of a frighted fawn, and with its short, fearful glances, with a sharp
face, worn into deep ridges that changed their shape with every step
and every word, with nervous, twitching fingers, with a shrill voice
and quick speech,--it was Simeon Stagg, the outcast, the castaway.

These two were to part company soon. Not more devoted to its master
was the dog that ran about them than was Sim to Ralph. He was now to
lose the only friend who had the will and the strength to shield him
against the cruel world that was all the world to him.

They were walking along the pack-horse road on the breast of the fell,
and they walked long in silence. Each was busy with his thoughts--the
one too weak, the other too strong, to give them utterance.

"There," said Ralph as they reached the top of the Raise, "we must
part now, old friend." He tried to give a cheery tone to his voice.
"You'll go on to the fell every day and look around--an idle task, I
fear, but still you'll go, as I would have gone if I might have stayed
in the old country."

Sim nodded assent.

"And now you'll go back to the Mess, as I told you. Rotha will want
you there, and Willy too. You'll fill my place till I return, you
know."

Sim shook his head.

"I'd be nothing but an ache and a stound to the lass, as I've olas
been--nothing but an ache and a stound to them all."

"No, not that; a comfort, if only you will try to have it so. Be a
man, Sim--look men in the face--things will mend with you now. Go back
and live with them at the old home; they'll want you there."

"Since you will not let me come with you, Ralph, tell me when will you
come back? I'm afeart--I don't know why--but some'at tells me you'll
not come back--tell me, Ralph, that you _will_."

"These troublous times will soon be past," said Ralph. "There'll be a
great reckoning day soon, I fear. Then we'll meet again--never doubt
it. And now good bye--good bye once more, old friend, and God be with
you."

Ralph turned about and walked a few paces southward. The dog followed
him.

"Go back, Laddie," said Ralph. Laddie stood and looked into his face
with something of the supplicatory appeal that was on the countenance
of the man he had just left. The faithful creature had followed Ralph
throughout life; he had been to his master a companion more constant
than his shadow; he had never before been driven away.

"Go back, Laddie," said Ralph again, and not wi