"Would you like to come away with me?" Gridley muttered, keenly watching the effect of his words. Jack peered at him doubtfully. The butler had not been so kind to him of late as to give this proposal an air of complete naturalness. The manner and the tone of it were strange even in the child's judgment. "Where are you going?" he asked cautiously. "To my home," said the butler, licking his lips, as if they were dry. "It is on the moors, is it not?" The butler nodded. "Above Pateley?" "It is many a mile above Pateley--up, up, up; ay, miles above it." The child's eyes glistened at that. The moors were his fairyland. He had passed many and many a happy hour in dreaming of the marvellous things which lay beyond the purple hills to westward; the rugged broken line behind which the sun went down each day in a glory of crimson or orange. That line, he knew, was the beginning of the moors. The blue distance beyond it he had peopled with his own visions of giants and dwarfs, and witches and warlocks, and added besides all the tales which passed current in Pattenhall and the low country of doings _in t' moors_. He knew the moor people kept to themselves and were wild and savage, inhabiting hills a mile high and valleys miles in depth; and he longed to visit them and see these things for himself. His eyes dried quickly as he listened to Gridley, and eagerly asked, "Above Pateley?" which was the boundary of his known world, "miles and miles above Pateley, Gridley?" "Ay, up Skipton way." "Is that in the heart of the moors, Gridley?" "There is no other heart," the butler answered gruffly, "unless, maybe, it is Settle. And it is Settle side of Skipton." "Are you going now?" the lad said impulsively, standing up straight in his bed, with his brown eyes staring and his fair cheeks glowing with anticipation and excitement. "This very minute." "I'll come with you! You will let me dress, Gridley?" "Ay, dress quickly. We must be away before any one is awake." "I'll be quick!" Jack answered.