For some minutes he stood patiently with his foot on the bottom rung of the ladder. He was pale, rather washed-out in his appearance, and he drew himself together with cold.

“Are ter commin’, or aren’t ter?” he asked at length. Still there was no reply.

“Then stop up till tha’rt ready,” he muttered, and he went away. Round the other side of the stacks he met Geoffrey.

“What, are tha�gh here?” he exclaimed.

“Bin here a’ na�ght,” replied Geoffrey. “I come to help thee wi’ th’ cloth, but I found it on, an’ th’ ladder down, so I thowt tha’d gone.”

“Did ter put th’ ladder up?”