But before they started John Crumb rode up to the door. He had gone at once to the farm on hearing of Ruby's departure, and had followed the farmer from thence to Carbury. Now he found the squire and the priest and the old man standing around as the horses were being put to the carriage. "Ye ain't a' found her, Mr. Ruggles, ha' ye?" he asked as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Noa;--we ain't a' found no one yet."
"If it was as she was to come to harm, Mr. Carbury, I'd never forgive myself,--never," said Crumb.
"As far as I can understand it is no doing of yours, my friend," said the squire.

But before they started John Crumb rode up. "Ye ain't a' found her, Mr. Ruggles?" he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"Not yet."
"If she was to come to harm, Mr. Carbury, I'd never forgive myself," said Crumb.
"As far as I can understand it is no doing of yours, my friend," said the squire.
