twisting his head to one side, a smile on his face, eying them sharply. He turned a questioning look to his sister, as he stiffened himself to his newly acquired importance as host.

Thryng walked over to the bedside. “In the morning, when we are all rested, I’ll see what can be done for you,” he said, taking the proffered old hand in his. “I am not Dr. Hoyle, but he has taught me a little. I studied and practised with him, you know.”

“Hev ye? Then ye must know a heap. Hit’s right like th’ Lord sont ye. You see suthin’ ‘peared like to give way whilst I war a-cuttin’ light ‘ud th’ othah day, an’ I went all er a heap ‘crost a log, an’ I reckon hit hurt me some. I hain’t ben able to move a foot sence, an’