He turned a little and put his stick out on the path into the leaves as though he would go down the hill a shorter way to the road.
The School-teacher read his intent in the moving of the cane.
“You would better stay in the path,” he said. “If you get out of the path you will fall.”
The old man turned back into the path before the School-teacher.
There was come now a certain dogged expression into his face.
“If you want to know,” he said, “there's been some complaint about you.”
“Who has complained of me?” said the School-teacher.
“Good men have complained.”
“What good men?”
“Why, men as good as the minister. Why, men as good as the doctor.”