And he was a man who could not bear to stand alone, he was too much afraid of the vast confusion of life surrounding him, in which he was helpless. Geoffrey mistrusted himself with everybody.

The work went on slowly. It was unbearably hot, and everyone was disheartened.

“We s’ll have getting-on-for another day of it,” said the father at tea-time, as they sat under the tree.

“Quite a day,” said Henry.

“Somebody’ll have to stop, then,” said Geoffrey. “It ‘ud better be me.”

“Nay, lad, I’ll stop,” said Maurice, and he hid his head in confusion.

“Stop again to-night!” exclaimed the father.