Joe was thunderstruck at sight of Betty so early on a Sunday morning, and her eager question, "Dost a' knaw where the boy is, Joe?" did not help to mend matters. For a few moments Joe's power of utterance seemed to have left him altogether, then he stammered forth—
"Ain't he hum, Betty?"
"Nae, Joe; I's never seen 'im sin yester morn!"
Joe looked thoughtful, for he had no reply to this, and Betty sat down in a chair, evidently exhausted.
After a while Betty got up to go. "I mun be a-goin'," she said, "he may a-got hum by now."
Towards evening Joe called at Tempest Court, but nothing had been heard of the wanderer. The night that followed was one of the longest Joe had ever known, and as soon as he was released from his watch in the morning he went at once to Mr. Lawrence's office.
"Is the maaster in?" he said, addressing one of the clerks.
"No, my good man," was the reply; "he will not be down for an hour yet. Could you call again?"
"Mebbe you'll do as weel," said Joe, scratching his head. "Can yer tell me wot's become o' the boy Benny?"
"Oh, yes," said the clerk, smiling complacently, "he's where he ought to have been long ago."