The vicar strolled back towards the bottom of the town, and turning off, was making his way towards the foreman's cottage, when he came upon Big Harry with a stick and a bundle, going across the field--cut to the station. The great fellow tried to get away, but the vicar hailed him, and he stopped. "Now, don't thee ask queshtuns, paarson," he exclaimed; "I tell'd ye I'm sweered, and can't say owt." "I will not ask you anything, Harry," said the vicar; "only thank you, as I do, for your hint. But where are you going?" "Sheffle first, Birming after. I'm sick o' this." "Going to get work?" "Yes, paarson." "Why not stop another week?" "No," said the big fellow; "I wean't stay another day. I'm off." "You've got some other reason for going?" "Paarson, I wean't tell'ee owt," said the big fellow; "theer." "Good-bye, Harry," said the vicar, smiling, and holding out his hand. "I hope I shall see you back again, soon." "That you will, paarson, soon as iver they've done striking; as for me, I'm longing to get howd of a hammer again. Good-bye." "I should like to know more," said the vicar, as he saw the great fellow go striding away. "There's some atrocious plan on hand, and he's too honest to stop and join in it, while he's too true to his friends to betray them. There's some fine stuff here in Dumford; but, alas! it is very, very rough." His walk to the cottage was in vain. "My master" was out, so Mrs Banks, who looked very sad and mournful, declared. "He's out wandering about a deal, sir, now. But hev you had word o' my poor bairn?" "I am very sorry to say no, Mrs Banks," said the vicar, kindly; and he left soon after, to be tortured by the feeling that he would be doing wrong in marrying Richard Glaire and his cousin, for he still suspected him of knowing Daisy's whereabouts, and could get no nearer to his confidence now than on the first day they met. He inadvertently strolled to the spot where they had first encountered, and stood leaning against the stile, thinking of all that had since passed, wondering the while whether he might not have done better amongst these people if he had been the quiet, reserved, staid clergyman of the usual type--scholarly, refilled, and not too willing to make himself at home. "It is a hard question to answer," he said at last, as he turned to go home, listening to the ringing song of the lark far up in the blue sky, unstained by the smoke of the great furnace and the towering shaft; "it is a hard question to answer, and I can only say--God knows." Volume 3, Chapter X. A REVELATION. It was the day of the plot concocted by Sim's Brotherhood, the members of which body had been perfectly quiet, holding no meeting, and avoiding one another as they brooded over their wrongs, and in their roused state of mind rejoiced at the idea of their cunning revenge.