The labourer was fluttered, but could think of nothing to say. Both men smoked their pipes, and Friend began to thrust his stick into the earth. They spoke of general subjects, then Daniel remembered a remark that the other had made upon their first meeting. He had no desire to hear more concerning peat; but his heart told him that the theme must at least give one of the party pleasure, and therefore he led to it. Moreover, he felt a strong desire to please Gregory, yet scarcely knew his reason. "You was going to give me a little of your large knowledge 'bout Amicombe Hill, master," he said, after an interval of silence. Mr. Friend's somewhat lethargic attitude instantly changed. He sat up briskly and his eyes brightened. "So I was then; and so I will. To think that within eye-shot at this moment there's more'n enough fuel to fill every hearth in England! There's a masterpiece of a thought--eh? If people only realized that.... And Amicombe Hill peat be the very cream and marrow of it all--the fatness of the land's up there--better than granite, or tin, or anything a man may delve in all Dartymoor." "Not a doubt of it--not a doubt," said the listener; but Sarah Jane shook her head. "Don't you encourage him, Mr. Brendon, or I'll not have you up the hill no more. Ban't six days a week enough for one subject? Can't us tell about something different Sundays?" "Plenty of time," answered her father. "Peat's a high matter enough in my opinion. If us knowed all there is to know about it, us should see nearer into the ways of God in the earth, I'm sure. There's things concerning Amicombe peat no man has yet found out, and perhaps no man ever will." "On week-days he lives up to his eyes in the peat, an' 'pon Sundays he preaches it," said Sarah. "That is when any man's silly enough to let him," she added pointedly. Her father began to show a little annoyance at these interruptions. "You'd best to go and walk about, an' leave me an' Brendon to talk," he said. "So I will, then, my dear," she answered, laughing; "an' when you've done, one of you can stand up on a rock an' wave his handkercher; then I'll come back." To Daniel's dismay, she rose and strolled off. Friend chattered eagerly; Sarah Jane's blue shape dwindled, and was presently lost to sight. For half-an-hour the elder kept up a ceaseless discourse; but, since Daniel did nothing more than listen, and scarcely asked a question to help the matter, Gregory Friend began to tire. He stopped, then proceeded. He stopped again, yawned, and relighted his pipe. "That's just the beginning about peat," he said. "But don't think you know nothing yet. My darter knows more than that--ignorant though she is." "Not ignorant, I'm sure. But--well, shall I tell her that, just for the present, we've done wi' peat, or would you rather----?" Gregory felt that Brendon had fairly earned a respite and reward. Moreover, the sunshine was making him sleepy.