from Squire down, as don't think the very same."

But here, the Waggoner's voice tailed off into a meaningless drone that
became merged with the creaking of the wheels, the plodding hoof-strokes
of the horses, and Bellew fell asleep.

He was awakened by feeling himself shaken lustily, and, sitting up, saw
that they had come to where a narrow lane branched off from the high
road, and wound away between great trees.

"Yon's your way," nodded the Waggoner, pointing along the high road,
"Dapplemere village lies over yonder, 'bout a mile."

"Thank you very much," said Bellew, "but I don't want the village."

"No?" enquired the Waggoner, scratching his head.

"Certainly not," answered Bellew.

"Then--what do ye want?"

"Oh well, I'll just go on lying here, and see what turns up,--so drive
on, like the good fellow you are."

"Can't be done!" said the Waggoner.

"Why not?"

"Why, since you ax me--because I don't have to drive no farther. There
be the farm-house,--over the up-land yonder, you can't see it because o'