‘Surely it is!’ said the shepherd involuntarily. ‘And surely we’ve zeed him! That little man who looked in at the door by now, and quivered like a leaf when he zeed ye and heard your song!’
‘His teeth chattered, and the breath went out of his body,’ said the dairyman.
‘And his heart seemed to sink within him like a stone,’ said Oliver Giles.
‘And he bolted as if he’d been shot at,’ said the hedge-carpenter.
‘True—his teeth chattered, and his heart seemed to sink; and he bolted as if he’d been shot at,’ slowly summed up the man in the chimney-corner.
‘I didn’t notice it,’ remarked the hangman.
‘We were all a-wondering what made him run off in such a fright,’ faltered one of the women against the wall, ‘and now ’tis explained!’
The firing of the alarm-gun went on at intervals, low and sullenly, and their suspicions became a certainty. The sinister gentleman in cinder-gray roused himself. ‘Is there a constable here?’ he asked, in thick tones. ‘If so, let him step forward.’
The engaged man of fifty stepped quavering out from the wall, his betrothed beginning to sob on the back of the chair.
‘You are a sworn constable?’