one side, waiting
to be thrown on the stack, and on this I threw myself, and quickly fell
asleep.

When I awoke it was broad daylight, and from the sound of voices near
me, the haymakers were evidently at work. I rose up from my
resting-place, and as I did so, those who had been partaking of
croust[1] gazed at me in astonishment.

I was not dressed like an ordinary tramp, however, and so was treated
civilly.

"Will you tell me what time it is," I said, after some remarks had been
passed.

"Nearly leben o'clock in the vorenoon," said one of the men. "'Ave 'ee
bin slaipin' here oal night?"

I nodded.

"Then you must be awful ungry."

"Yes," I said, "have you anything to eat?"

For reply, a basket containing a good deal of wholesome food was placed
before me. I ate heartily, for I was hungry, and after making a good
meal prepared to go on.

The men did not ask me who I was, or where I was going, but looked
smilingly on the few coins I gave them, and wished me a good journey.

I went on in a dazed way the whole of the day, stopping only once for
refreshment at a little wayside alehouse. I inquired of the landlord
if he had heard any news, but he said, No, nothing had happened except
that his sister-in-law had got another, her eleventh baby. As I did
not regard this of much importance, I trudged on again as soon as I had
finished my meal. That I might be going in the teeth of danger did not
occur to me; in fact, I never troubled about any punishment for my
deed, except the terrible punishment of my conscience.

About eight o'clock in the evening, I entered the parish of Trewinion,
and soon, as if drawn by a magnet, I found my way to the place where
Wilfred and I had met.

How vividly everything came back to me, and yet I seemed to have lived
long years since we met. Only two days had elapsed; and I had seemed
to have grown old in that time. In my excited imagination I pictured
him coming towards me again; but soon my illusions were dispelled.

I looked up towards my old home, wondering if I should see any signs of
what had happened, but the house was quiet, and, except for a few
lights that flashed from the windows, I saw no signs of life. The
prongs of the "Devil's Tooth" still lifted themselves in the air, but
no light was there; evidently Betsey Fraddam was not visiting her old
haunt that night.

Again I stood on the place on which we had wrestled, again I looked
from the dizzy heights on the