Will nodded but did not answer because of approaching steps, and they stood silently waiting until the cowman showed at the door. At once the deep symphony of the hungry broke from the cattle at sight of their servant with his swill. The quiet picture, almost as still as if painted on the wall, upheaved suddenly into a chaos of rocking, bellowing beasts. The great heads tugged at their yokes, the great eyes pleaded and rolled. The big organ-notes of complaint and desire chorded and jarred, dropping into satisfied silence as the man passed from stall to stall. Will jerked his head after him as he went out at the far door, and said that he would be leaving before so long. "Eh? Taylor, did ye say?" Simon stared, for the man had been at Blindbeck for years. "What’s amiss?" "Nay, there’s nowt wrong between us, if you mean that. But his wife’s father’s had a stroke, and wants him to take over for him at Drigg. News didn’t come till I was off this morning, or I might ha’ looked round for somebody while I was in t’town." Simon began a fresh violent poking with his ancient stick. "You’ll ha’ somebody in your eye, likely?" he enquired. "There’ll be plenty glad o’ the job." "Oh, ay, but it’s nobbut a weary business learning folk your ways." He glanced at his brother a moment, and then looked shyly away. "If you’re really after a shop, Simon, what’s wrong wi’ it for yourself?" The painful colour came into the other’s averted face. He poked so recklessly that he poked the dog, who arose with an offended growl. "Nay, it’s charity, that’s what it is! I’m over old.... You know as well as me I’d never get such a spot anywheres else." "You know the place, and you’re a rare hand wi’ stock. I could trust you same as I could myself." "I’m over old," Simon demurred again, "and done to boot. I’d not be worth the brass." "We’ve plenty o’ help on the place," Will said. "It’d be worth it just to have you about. Nigh the same as having a vet on t’spot!" he added jokingly, trying to flatter him into acquiescence. "I’d be main glad for my own sake," he went on, his face grave again and slightly wistful. "There’s times I fair ache for a crack wi’ somebody o’ my own. Women is nobbut women, when all’s said and done, and lads is like to think they know a deal better than their dad.... Ay, well, you can think it over and let me know," he finished, in a disappointed tone.