‘O sir, sir, and are you going away?’
‘Yea, so they will have it! These good fellows are come to guard me.’
‘Oh! may I not go with thee?’
‘Nay, my fair son. Thou art beneath thy mother’s wing, while I am like one who was hunted as a partridge on the mountains.’
‘Whither, oh whither?’ gasped Hal.
‘That I know not! It is in the breasts of these good men, who are charged by my brave wife to have me in their care.’
‘Oh! sir, sir, what shall I do without you? You that have helped me, and taught me, and opened mine eyes to all I need to know.’
‘Hush, hush; it is a better master than I could ever be that thou needest. But,’ as tokens of impatience manifested themselves among the rude escort, ‘take thou this,’ giving him the little service-book, as he knelt to receive it, scarce knowing why. ‘One day thou wilt be able to read it. Poor child! whose lot it is to be fatherless and landless for me and mine, I would I could do more for thee.’
‘Oh! you have done all,’ sobbed Hal.
‘Nay, now, but this be our covenant, my boy! If thou, and if mine own son both come to your own, thou wilt be a true and loyal man to him, even as thy father was to me, and may God Almighty make it go better with you both.’