Bowden leaned his weight against the wood--one knee crooked and then the other--in dogged stupefaction. He had begun imagining things, but not very much. No grass, no trees, where his son had been killed, no birds, no animals; what could it be like--all murky grey in the moonlight--and Ned’s face all grey! So he would never see Ned’s face any more! That colley Steer--that colley Steer! His dead son would never see and hear and smell his home again. Vicarious home-sickness for this native soil and scent and sound--this nest of his fathers from time beyond measuring--swept over Bowden. He thought of the old time when his wife was alive and Ned was born. His wife--why! she had brought him six, and out of the lot he had only ‘saved’ Ned, and he was a twin. He remembered how he had told the doctor that he wasn’t to worry about the ‘maiden’ so long as he saved the boy. He had wanted the boy to come after him here; and now he was dead and dust! That colley Steer! He heard the sound of wheels--a long way off, but coming steadily. Gripping his stick he stood up straight, staring down the road all barred with moonlight and the dusk. Closer came the rumble, the clop-clop of hoofs, till the shape of horse and cart came out of the darkness into a bright patch. Steer’s right enough! Bowden opened his wicket gate and waited. The cart came slowly; Bowden saw that the mare was lame, and Steer was leading her. He lurched a yard out from the gate. “’Ere,” he said, “I want to speak to yu. Come in ’ere!” The moonlight fell on Steer’s thin bearded face. “What’s that?” he answered. Bowden turned towards the gate. “Hitch the mare up; I want to settle my account.” He saw Steer stand quite still as if debating, then pass the reins over the gate. His voice came sharp and firm: “Have you got the money, then?” “Ah!” said Bowden, and drew back under the trees. He saw Steer coming cautiously--the colley--with a stick in his hand. He raised his own. “That’s for Ned,” he said and struck with all his might. The blow fell short a little; Steer staggered back, raising his stick.