“When you quitted him at his bidding, did you see any boys about, either college boys or St. Peter’s boys?”
“No, sir, I did not see any; not one. The hills about there seemed as lonely as could be.”
“Which way did you take when you left him?”
“I ran straight past St. Ann’s, and got on to the part that divides the Worcestershire beacon from the next. Waiting for Dance, I sat down on the slope, and looked at Worcester for a bit, trying how much of the town I could make out, and how many of the churches, and that. As I was going back toward St. Ann’s I met Dance.”
“What did Dance say to you?”
“He said he had been hunting for me, and wanted to know where I had hid myself, and I said I had been hunting for him. We went on up the hill then and met some more of our boys; and we stayed all together till it was time to go down.”
“Did Dance say that he had heard sounds of quarrelling?”
“No, sir, never a word.”
“What communication did Dance make to you on the subject the following morning?”
“Nothing certain, sir. Dance went home in the first van, and he didn’t hear about King Sanker till the morning. I was saying then how we found him, and that he must have fell straight off from the place above. Dance stopped me, and said was it sure that he fell—was it sure he had not been pushed off? I asked why he said that, but he wouldn’t answer.”