He moved a little way onward; then suddenly saw the woman and child. He stopped, shielded his eyes from the light and recognized them. The man felt glad that she understood why he had come. It was better to make an end up aloft on the lonely altars, than within the cursed confines of the farm. He knew that she was going to the peat-works; that she understood his coming. His mind was calm now and steadfastly settled to destroy her. He changed his course and proceeded leisurely towards Great Links. Already he said to himself that Sarah Jane should sleep beside her father and die where he died. Then ran Walter Agg and stood against him and tried to stay him. The battle between them was not of long duration, and to the weaker man happened what Lethbridge foretold. He was flung down with terrific violence; he fell upon a rock and his leg was broken. Brendon left him there without any word and went on to the great hill. Presently he stopped, looked upward to the grey forehead of the tor, and he noted that his wife was sitting quietly there, watching him. Only then his soul sickened, and he found it in his heart to call upon God to spare her. For she sat very near the spot where first they had loved and worshipped each other. He hesitated, but strode on again; and presently she rose and disappeared. A track over the heavy fens between the tor and the peat-works was known to Sarah Jane, and now she followed it, while her child ran on before. Soon they entered the familiar ruin and took their way to the great drum. There, in dead heath and fern, little Gregory rested awhile; then he called for his favourite toy. "Not yet, my dicky-bird," she said. "You've got something to do for mother first. Look over there--down to the end of the path--who be that coming after us?" The child uttered an exclamation of surprise and pleasure. "Daddy! Daddy back home again!" he said. "So it is, then. And I've got a letter here that you must take to him. Such a man you be now! Here 'tis--you run down along with it and tell him mother's sent it. Quick! How fast he's walking!" She gave her child the letter and a long kiss. After that he trotted off to meet his father. Sarah Jane watched him; then turned and took his toy from its hiding-place. It was the famous old knife which she had seen so often in her father's hand. The blade was blunt, but that mattered not, for her Roman spirit turned to the point. "'Tis my heart did wrong," she said; "'tis my heart----" The child ran to Brendon and jumped into his arms, as he was wont to do. "A letter from mother, daddy," he cried; "I've carried it safe for 'e."