Frankland was irritated by my opposition, and said that no shepherd
boy would take up his station on the stoniest part of the moor; moreover
he had seen the boy often twice a day with his bundle. Suddenly he
pointed to a movement upon the hillside. He told me to look through the
telescope myself, quickly, before the figure passes over the hill.
There he was, sure enough, a small urchin with a little bundle upon
his shoulder, toiling slowly up the hill. When he reached the crest,
I saw the ragged uncouth figure outlined for an instant against the
cold blue sky. He looked round him with a furtive & stealthy air, as one
who dreads pursuit. Then he vanished over the hill.
Frankland was triumphant and bound me to secrecy. The Police had 
treated him shamefully, he said, and nothing would induce him to help
them in any way. Anxious to be on my way, I declined to empty his
