“No, no,” said Macey; “it was an answer.”
“It did sound like it,” said the rector; and the doctor remained in doubt.
“You listen,” said the miller; and, putting his hands on either side of his mouth, he gave utterance to a stentorian roar.
“Vane, ho!”
There was a pause, and a “ho!” came back.
“All right?” roared the miller.
“Right!” came back.
“Good-night!” shouted the miller again.
“Night!”
“There, you see. Only an echo,” said the miller. “Wish it wasn’t. Why, if it had been his voice, lads, we’d soon ha’ hed him home.”