ignorant of his whereabouts, so genuine had been their astonishment at his questions, and so deep their indignation when they learned his errand.
'Thou duss'n't believe it, Luke?' Bill Swinton said as he entered the latter's cottage.
'No, lad, oi duss'n't,' Luke said; 'no more does Polly here, but it looks main awkward,' he said, slowly stroking his chin, ' if as how what the constable said is right, and there was a fight at ween them that evening.'
' Maister Ned were a hot un,' Bill said; ' he alius said as how he had a dreadful temper, though oi never seed nowt of it in him, and he hated Foxey like poison; that oi allow; but unless he tells me hisself as he killed him
nowt will make me believe it. He might ha picked up summat handy when Foxey hit him and smashed him, but oi don't believe it of Maister Ned as he would ha done it arterwards.'
' He war a downright bad 'un war Foxey,' Luke said, ' vor sure. No worse in the district, and there's many a one as would rejoice as he's gone to his account, and oi believe as whoever's done it has saved Captain Lud from a job; but there, it's no use a talking of that now. Now, look here, Bill, what thou hast got to do be this. Thou hast got to find the boy; oi expect he be hiding some-wheres up on t' moors. Thou knowst better nor oi wheere he be likely vor to be. Yoind him out, lad, an tell him as they be arter him. Here be ten punds as oi ha had laying by me for years ready in case of illness; do thou give it to him and tell him he be heartily welcome to it, and can pay me back agin when it suits him. Tell him as he'd best make straight for Liverpool and git aboard a ship there for 'Merikee—never moind whether he did the job or whether he didn't. Things looks agin him now, and he best be on his way.'
' Oi'll do't,' Bill said, ' and oi'll bid thee good-bye, Luke, and thee too, Polly, for ye won't see me back agin. Of course I shall go wi' him. He havn't got man's strength yet, and oi can work for us both. I bain't a going to let him go by hisself, not loikely.'
' Thou art roight, lad,' Luke said heartily. ' Dang it all, lad, thou speak'st loike a man. Oi be sorry thou art going, Bill, for oi loike thee; but thou be right to go wi'
this poor lad. Good-bye, lad, and luck be wi' ye;' and Luke wrung Bill's hand heartily.
'I shan't say good-bye, Bill,' Mary Powlett said quietly. ' I don't think Ned Sankey can have done this thing, and if he hasn't you will find that he will not run away, but will stay here and face it out.'
' Then he will be a fool,' Luke Marner said. ' I tell ee the evidence be main strong agin him, and whether he be innocent or not he will find it hard to clear hisself. Oi don't think much the worst of him myself if he done it, and most in Varley will be o' my way o' thinking. Fosey war a tyrant if ever there war one, and the man what was so hard a maister to his hands would be loike to be hard to his wife's children.'
'Don't speak like that, feyther,' Polly said; 'murder is murder, you know.'
' Ay, lass, and human natur be human natur, and it be no use your going agin it. If he ha been and ill-treated the boy, and I don't doubt as he has, thou may'st argue all noight, but thou won't get me to say as oi blames him much if he has done it. Oi don't suppose as he meant to kill him—not vor a moment. I should think hard of him if oi thowt as how he did. He meant, oi reckon, vor to throw his horse down and cut his knees, knowing, as every one did, as Mulready were moighty proud of his horse, and he may have reckoned as Foxey would git a good shake, and some bruises as well, as a scare, but oi doan't believe, not vor a moment, as he meant vor to kill him. That's how oi reads it, lass.'
' Well, it may be so,' Mary assented. 'It is possible he may have done it, meaning really only to give him a fright and a shake; but I hope he didn't. Still if that was how it happened I will shake hands, Bill, and wish you good-bye and good luck, for it would be best for him to get away, for I am afraid that the excuse that he only meant to frighten and not to kill him will not save him. I am sorry you are going, Bill, very sorry; but if you were my own brother I would not say a word to stop you. Didn't his feyther give up his life to save little Janey? and I would give mine to save his. But I do think it will be good for you, Bill; times are bad, and it has been very hard for you lately in Varley. I know all about it, and you will do better across the seas. You will write, won't you, sometimes?'
' Never fear,' Bill said huskily, ' oi will wroite, Polly; good-bye, and God bless you all; but it mayn't be good- bye, for oi mayn't foind him;' and wringing the hands of Luke and Polly Bill returned to his cottage, hastily packed up a few things in a kit, slung it over his shoulder on a stick, and started out in search of Ned.
Late that evening there came a knock at the door of Luke's cottage. On opening it he found Bill standing there.
' Back again, Bill!—then thou hasn't found him?'
' No,' Bill replied in a dejected voice. ' Oi ha' hoonted high and low vor him; oi ha' been to every place on the moor wheer we ha' been together, and wheer oi thowt as he might be a-waiting, knowing as oi should set out
to look for him as soon as oi heard the news. Oi doin't think he be nowhere on the moor. Oi have been a- tramp-ing ever sin' oi started this mourning. Twice oi ha' been down Maarston to see if so be as they've took him, but nowt ain't been seen of him. Oi had just coom from there now. Thou'st heerd, oi suppose, as the crowner's jury ha found as Foxey wer murdered by him; but it bain't true, you know, Luke—be it ?'
Bill made the assertion stoutly, but there was a tremulous eagerness in the question which followed it. He was fagged and exhausted. His faith in Ned was strong, but he had found the opinion in the town so unanimous against him that he lono-ed for an assurance that some-one beside himself believed in Ned's innocence.
' Oi doan't know, Bill,' Luke Marner said, stroking his chin as he always did when he was thinking; 'oi doan't know, Bill—oi hoape he didn't do it, wi' all my heart. But oi doan't knaw aboot it. He war sorely tried—that be sartain. But if he did it, he did it; it makes no differ to me. It doan't matter to me one snap ov the finger whether the lad killed Foxey or whether he didn't—that bain't my business or yours. What consarns me is, as the son of the man as saved my child's loife at t' cost of his own be hunted by the constables and be in risk of his loife. That's t' question as comes home to me—oi've had nowt else ringing in my ears all day. Oi ha' been oot too a sarching high and low. Oi ain't a found him, but oi ha made oop moi moind whaat I be agoing to do.'
They had moved a little away from the cottage now, but Luke lowered his voice:
'Oi be a-going down to t' town in the morning to give moiself oop vor the murder of Foxey.'
Bill gave an exclamation of astonishment:
'But thou didn'st do it, Luke?'
' I moight ha' done it for owt thou knaw'st, Bill. He wer the worst of maisters, and, as thou knaw'st, Bill, oi hated him joost as all the country-side did. He's been warned by King Lud and ha' been obliged to get the sojers at his factory. Well, thou knowest it was nateral as he would drive down last noight to see how t' chaps at t' engine was a-getting on, and it coomed across my moind as it wer a good opportunity vor to finish un; so ther thou hast it.'
Bill gazed in astonishment through the darkness at his companion.
' But it bain't true, Luke ? Thou wast talking to me arter thou coom'd out of the Coo at noine o'clock, and thou saidst as thou was off to bed.'
' Nowt of the koind,' Luke replied. ' Oi told ye, thou knaw'st, as I wer a-going down to t' toon and oi had got a job in hand. Oi spoke mysterous loike, and you noticed as how oi had got a long rope coiled up in moi hand.'
Bill gave a gasp of astonishment.
' That's what thou hast got to say,' Luke said doggedly; ' only astead o' its being at noine o'clock it war at ten. Oi were just a-slipping owt of the cottage, t' others were all asleep and knew nowt aboot moi having goone out.'
Bill was silent now.
' Oi wish oi had a-thowt of it,' he said at last; 'oi would ha' doon it moiself.'
' Oi wouldn't ha' let thee, Bill,' Luke said quietly. ' He be a friend of thine, and oi knaw thou lovest him loike a brother, and a soight mor'n most brothers; but it be moi roight. The captain gave his loife vor moi child's, and oi bee a going vor to give mine for his. That will make us quits. Beside, thou art young; oi be a-get-ting on. Jarge, he will be a-arning money soon; and Polly, she can get a place in sarvice, and 'ul help t' young uns. They will manage. Oi ha' been thinking it over in all loites, and ha' settled it all in moi moind.'
Bill was silent for a time and then said:
'Ther be one thing agin' it, Luke, and it be this: As we can't hear nowt of Maister Ned, oi be a thinking as he ha' made straight vor Liverpool or Bristol or London, wi' a view to going straight across the seas or of 'listing, or doing somewhat to keep out of t' way. He be sure to look in t' papers to see how things be a-going on here; and as sure as he sees as how you've gived yourself up and owned up as you ha' done it, he will coom straight back again and say as how it were him.
' Maister Ned might ha' killed Foxey in a passion, but not loike this. He didn't mean to kill him, but only vor to give him a shaake and frighten him. But oi be sartin sure as he wouldn't let another be hoonged in his place. So ye
