"He's hit! They'n hit th' mester," cried 'Siah. "Here, Soldier, tha're wanted here. Bear up, Ben, tha' mustn't fall. Brace thi' legs, man. By God he's wounded." And everything swam around me and I knew no more. When I came to my senses, I was, for a time, conscious only of my agony. I was stretched on a pile of straw in a lofty room with bare walls of undressed stone and great bowks and rafters crossing the arched roof. A mere slit, high up in one wall, let in a stream of light, but the corner in which I lay was almost wholly dark. Someone was kneeling by my side and when I moaned in my pain an arm was passed under my head and a mug was pressed to my lips. "That's reight, Ben, tha'rt better now. Tak' a swig at this; it'll do thee good." It was 'Siah's voice, and the brandy and water that he poured down my throat set me coughing and choking, and every cough gave me awful stabs of shooting pain. "Where are we, 'Si?" I murmured as I sank back again all faint and sick. "Hanged if aw know, lad. But we're safe for a bit. It's som'dy Soldier Jack knows. We're noan far fra' Fixby, that's all aw can tell thee, an' here we'st ha' to tarry till we can move thee." "An' th' mill? Ha' we ta'en th' mill? Where are all the boys? What am I doing lying here? Oh! I mind me now. I was hit i' my arm. Where's George an' Thorpe, and--oh! tell me all, 'Si." "Tak another sup o' this an' lig quiet. Tha'd best noan talk so mich. There's a caa or two i' th' mistal theer, an' if tha'll be still I'll see it I cannot squeeze a drop aat on 'em. There's been a lass milking noan so long sin'; aw expect 'oo's noan left 'em dry if 'oo's like th' rest on 'em. Naa thee be still, an dunnot go swounding off agen, if tha' can help it, Ben. Tha' fleys me. Aw thowt tha were done for. Lig thee still, aw'll be wi' thee in a jiffy." And 'Siah lumbered off in the gloom, and I heard him straining a thin, and coy stream of milk into a can, whilst a cow's hoof stamped as if in protest at this renewed demand upon her stores. The warm rich milk revived me, but when I strove to rise to my feet my strength failed me and I fell back again. "There's nowt for it, Ben, but patience. Th' farm man here's known to Soldier Jack, an' as good luck will have it, his mester's away. So we're right for th' day, an' as soon as neet comes we're off." "Tell me what has happened--I shalln't settle till tha' does."