“No,” replied his father; “we heard as a stranger had been asking about me and mine, but nobody knowed who it was.”
“We never got no letter from you, Sammul,” said his sister; “there was a man as would have seen as we got it, if any letter had come for us arter we flitted.”
“I never wrote; but I ought to have done; it were not right,” replied Samuel; “and when I see’d it were my duty, it were too late for writing, for I were coming home myself.”
“Weel,” said Betty, “we have all on us much to ask, and much to tell; but just you finish your tea, and I’ll put the childer to bed; and then you and John can take a turn round the garden, if you’ve a mind, while I clear the table and tidy up a bit.”
And now, by common consent, when Betty had made all things straight, the whole party adjourned to the garden, and brought their chairs under an old cherry-tree, from which they could see the distant mansion with its embowering woods, and the sloping park in front. Samuel sat with his father on one side and Betty on the other, one hand in the hand of each. John was on the other side of his wife holding her other hand.
“You know, John,” she said with a smile, “I only gave you the one hand when we were wed, so our Sammul’s a right to t’other. And now, tell us all, Sammul dear, from the very first. You needn’t be afraid of speaking out afore our John; he knows all as we know, and you must take him for your brother.”
“I’ll do so as you say, Betty; and when I’ve told you all, there’ll be many things as I shall have to ax you myself. Well, then, you remember the night as I went off?”
“I shall ne’er forget it as long as I live,” said his sister.
“Well,” continued Samuel, “I hadn’t made up my mind just what to do, but I were resolved as I wouldn’t bide at home any longer, so I hurried along the road till I came to the old pit-shaft. I were just a-going to pass it by, when I bethought me as I’d like to take a bit of holly with me as a keepsake. So I climbed up the bank, where there were a fine bush, and took out my knife and tried to cut a bit; but the bough were tough, and I were afraid of somebody coming and finding me, so I cut rather random, for my knife were not so sharp, and I couldn’t get the branch off at first, and as the bank were rather steep, I slipped about a good deal, and nearly tumbled back. Just then I heard somebody a-coming, and I felt almost sure it were fayther; so I gave one great pull with my knife, the branch came in two all of a suddent, and the knife slipped, and gave my left hand a great gash. I kept it, however, in my hand, but I slipped in getting back into the road, and dropped it. I durstn’t stop long, for the man, whoever he were, came nearer and nearer, so I just looked about for a moment or two, and then I set off and ran for my life, and never saw my poor knife again till your John gave it me to sharpen an hour since.”
“Eh, Sammul,” cried Betty, with a great sigh of relief, “you little thought what a stab your knife’d give your poor sister. I went out, same night as you went off, to seek you, and coming home from Aunt Jenny’s I seed a summat shining on the road near the old pit-shaft, for moon were up then; it were this knife o’ yourn. I picked it up, and oh, Sammul, there were blood on it, and I saw the bank were trampled, and oh, I didn’t know what to make on it. I feart ye’d been and kilt yourself. I feart it at first, but I didn’t arter a bit, when I’d time to bethink me a little. But I’ve kept the knife ever since; you shall have it back now, and you mustn’t charge us anything for grinding it.”