Neither of the young people gave another thought to Taverner Langford. Honor was in distress about the horse, and Hillary was desirous of assisting her. He accompanied her to the spot, a hole dug in the surface of the moor for rubble wherewith to mend the road. Diamond had either made his way into it by the cart road, or had fallen over the edge. He lay on his side panting. ’Poor fellow,’ said Hillary gravely, ’Diamond is done for.’ ’Oh, I ought not to have let him from my sight,’ cried Honor, stung with self-reproach. ’You could do nothing for him,’ said the young man. ’He is not dying from your neglect. Look here, Honor, do you see that hoof-print? He walked in, he did not fall over the edge. Every beast when it feels death approach tries to hide itself, as though it were ashamed—as though death were a crime. It is so, Honor.’ ’O Larry! What can I do? What can I do for poor Diamond?’ ’You can do nothing but pat him and let him go out of the world with a word of love.’ ’I will do that. I will indeed!’ Then she caressed the old horse, and stroked its cheek and nose, and spoke to it tenderly. Diamond raised his head, snuffed, rubbed his head against his young mistress, then laid it down again on the stones and died. Honor’s tears flowed, but she was not one to make a demonstration of distress. She said: ’I must go home, Larry, and get supper ready for the children. I can do nothing here now.’ ’I am very sorry for you,’ said Hillary, showing more emotion than she; ’I am indeed, Honor. I know what a terrible loss this will be to your father, and he is too proud a man to go round with a brief. Put your hand to mine, Honor; we shall always be good friends, and I will do what I can for you; but it cannot be much now that Uncle Taverner is across with us, and about to exact his money. I will tell you what. I will get my father to lend you our horse Derby for awhile, till we can scheme what is to be done. I wish I’d got a quarter of an acre of land of my own, and I would sell it and give you the money wherewith to buy another horse. I would, in truth and sincerity, Honor.’ ’I am sure of that,’ answered the girl; ’I know I can always trust to your good-will and kind offices. Good-bye! I must go.’ Then Hillary went slowly homewards. The sun had gone down in the west, and the sky was full of after glory. A few level bars, steps of vivid fire, were drawn against the sky, and there was, as it were, a pavement of sapphire strewn with the down from a flamingo. The moor stood with every furze-bush on its margin and two small cairns on the edge blotted black against the blaze. As Hillary descended from the moor he got into the Chimsworthy Lane, shadowed by a plantation of Scottish pines his father had made twenty years ago, and which stood up high enough to intercept the light.