Will of the Mill

by George Manville Fenn

“Now let me have a turn, Drinkwater,” he said.

“We are getting along so well that I think we had better not change,” said the mill-owner.

Mr Carlile nodded.

“Remember,” he said, “that I am ready to act as relief directly I am needed.”

“I’ll remember that,” said Mr Willows. “Here, Will, what are you doing?”

“Carrying Mr Manners’ tackle,” said the lad.

“Oh! then you, Josh. Take the lantern for a bit.”

“Not at all,” said the Vicar, stoutly. “That little bit of duty I do cling to, and I am not going to surrender the light to any one. How are you feeling, Mr Manners?”

“Fairly, thank you,” was the response; “but I am thankful that the journey is not twice as far.”

“Well, yes,” said Mr Willows, dryly. “We can do with it as short as it is. Have a rest now, sir?”