'There be some scatt right abroad,'[3] answered Joyce; 'I seed mun, and the things be coming out like.'
[3] Broken to pieces.
'More the reason why they should be collected and brought under cover.'
'I'll go right on end,' said Joyce. 'And vaither may sleep in the linney?'
'Yes, he may.'
'Oh, rallaluley, he'll be glad!'
So Joyce led the way, followed by Herring, and Miss Cicely Battishill went in quest of assistance.
When Herring and Joyce reached the scene of the accident, they discovered Old Grizzly hopping about amidst the wreck, pulling the pieces of the broken carriage apart. He had made some clearance in the confusion, but not from disinterested motives. Everything in the shape of cushion and cloak had disappeared, and the old wrecker was engaged in collecting chips of the broken wood for firing.
John Herring did not notice particularly what he was about; it was too dark to distinguish much. He went directly to the boxes.
Of his own goods there was little to take care of save one valise, and that was safe. The rest of the trunks and portmanteaus belonged to Mr. Strange and his daughter. The trunks lay, some still corded, on the top of the chaise; others thrown off, one with its lock sprung. This box had either been very much shaken by the fall, or Grizzly's arm had been turning it over, for the lid would no longer close over the confused and overflowing contents.