‘They’re in,’ said Philip, as Daniel squeezed himself under the bed; and then they held quite still, Philip as much concealed by the scanty, blue-check curtain as he could manage to be.  They heard a confusion of voices below, a hasty moving of chairs, a banging of doors, a further parley, and then a woman’s scream, shrill and pitiful; then steps on the stairs.

‘That screech spoiled all,’ sighed Philip.

In one instant the door was opened, and each of the hiders was conscious of the presence of the constables, although at first the latter stood motionless, surveying the apparently empty room with disappointment.  Then in another moment they had rushed at Philip’s legs, exposed as these were.  They drew him out with violence, and then let him go.

‘Measter Hepburn!’ said one in amaze.  But immediately they put two and two together; for in so small a place as Monkshaven every one’s relationships and connexions, and even likings, were known; and the motive of Philip’s coming out to Haytersbank was perfectly clear to these men.

‘T’ other ‘ll not be far off,’ said the other constable.  ’His plate were down-stairs, full o’ victual; a seed Measter Hepburn a-walking briskly before me as a left Monkshaven’

‘Here he be, here he be,’ called out the other man, dragging Daniel out by his legs, ‘we’ve getten him.’

Daniel kicked violently, and came out from his hiding-place in a less ignominious way than by being pulled out by his heels.

He shook himself, and then turned, facing his captors.

‘A wish a’d niver hidden mysel’; it were his doing,’ jerking his thumb toward Philip:  ’a’m ready to stand by what a’ve done.  Yo’ve getten a warrant a’ll be bound, for them justices is grand at writin’ when t’ fight’s over.’

He was trying to carry it off with bravado, but Philip saw that he had received a shock, from his sudden look of withered colour and shrunken feature.

‘Don’t handcuff him,’ said Philip, putting money into the constable’s hand.  ’You’ll be able to guard him well enough without them things.’

Daniel turned round sharp at this whisper.

‘Let-a-be, let-a-be, my lad,’ he said.  ’It ’ll be summut to think on i’ t’ lock-up how two able-bodied fellys were so afeared on t’ chap as reskyed them honest sailors o’ Saturday neet, as they mun put him i’ gyves, and he sixty-two come Martinmas, and sore laid up wi’ t’ rheumatics.’

But it was difficult to keep up this tone of bravado when he was led a prisoner through his own house-place, and saw his poor wife quivering and shaking all over with her efforts to keep back all signs of emotion until he was gone; and Sylvia standing by her mother, her arm round Bell’s waist and stroking the poor shrunken fingers which worked so perpetually and nervously in futile unconscious restlessness.  Kester was in a corner of the room, sullenly standing.

Bell quaked from head to foot as her husband came down-stairs a prisoner.  She opened her lips several times with an uneasy motion, as if she would fain say something, but knew not what.  Sylvia’s passionate swollen lips and her beautiful defiant eyes gave her face quite a new aspect; she looked a helpless fury.