It was growing already a little dusk when he set off on his walk home. The evenings were beginning "to draw in" as the country folk say. But little cared the merry throng who poured out of the schoolroom gate as five o'clock rang from the church clock, chattering, racing, tumbling over each other, pushing, pulling, shouting, but all in play. For they are a good-natured set, though rough and ready--these hardy moor children. And they grow into honest and sturdy men and women, hospitable and kindly, active and thrifty, though they care for little beyond their own corner of the world, and would scarcely find it out if all the books and "learning" in existence were suddenly made an end of. There are mischievous imps among them, nevertheless, and none was more so than Tony, the miller's son. He meant no harm, but he loved teasing, and Gratian, gentle and silent, was often a tempting victim. This evening, as sometimes happened, a dozen or so of the children whose homes lay at the end of the village, past which was the road to the Farm, went on together. "We'll run a bit of the road home with thee, Gratian," said Tony. And though the boy did not much care for their company, he thought it would be unfriendly to say so, nor did he like to refuse when Tony insisted on carrying his satchel for him. "There's no books in mine," he said; "I took them home at dinner-time, and I'm sure your shoulders will be aching before you get to the Farm with the weight of yours. My goodness, how many books have you got in it? I say," as he pretended to examine them, "here's Gratian Conyfer going to be head o' the school, and put us all to shame with his learning." But as Gratian said nothing he seemed satisfied, and after stopping a minute or two to arrange the satchel again, ran after the others. "It's getting dark, Tony," said his sister Dolly, "we mustn't go farther. Good-night, Gratian, we've brought you a bit of your way--Tony, and Ralph, and I," for the other children had gradually fallen off. "Yes--a good mile of it, thank you, Dolly. And thank you, Tony, for helping me with my satchel--that's right, thank you," as Tony was officiously fastening it on. "Good-night," said Tony; "you're no coward any way, Gratian. I shouldn't like to have all that way to go in the dark, for it will be dark soon. There are queer things to be seen on the moor after sunset, folks say." "Ay, so they say," said Ralph. "I'll be home in no time," Gratian called back. For he did not know what fear was.