’But it’s none so easy to kill a man like yon.  When I’d given up my horses to th’ lad as took my place and I was showin’ th’ preacher th’ workin’s, shoutin’ into his ear across th’ clang o’ th’ pumpin’ engines, I saw he were afraid o’ naught; and when the lamplight showed his black eyes, I could feel as he was masterin’ me again.  I were no better nor Blast chained up short and growlin’ i’ the depths of him while a strange dog went safe past.

‘"Th’art a coward and a fool,” I said to mysen; an’ I wrestled i’ my mind again’ him till, when we come to Garstang’s Copper-hole, I laid hold o’ the preacher and lifted him up over my head and held him into the darkest on it.  “Now, lad,” I says “it’s to be one or t’other on us—­ thee or me—­for ’Liza Roantree.  Why, isn’t thee afraid for thysen?” I says, for he were still i’ my arms as a sack.  “Nay; I’m but afraid for thee, my poor lad, as knows naught,” says he.  I set him down on th’ edge, an’ th’ beck run stiller, an’ there was no more buzzin’ in my head like when th’ bee come through th’ window o’ Jesse’s house.  “What dost tha mean?” says I.

’"I’ve often thought as thou ought to know,” says he, “but ’twas hard to tell thee.  ‘Liza Roantree’s for neither on us, nor for nobody o’ this earth.  Dr. Warbottom says—­and he knows her, and her mother before her—­ that she is in a decline, and she cannot live six months longer.  He’s known it for many a day.  Steady, John!  Steady!” says he.  And that weak little man pulled me further back and set me again’ him, and talked it all over quiet and still, me turnin’ a bunch o’ candles in my hand, and counting them ower and ower again as I listened.  A deal on it were th’ regular preachin’ talk, but there were a vast lot as made me begin to think as he were more of a man than I’d ever given him credit for, till I were cut as deep for him as I were for mysen.

’Six candles we had, and we crawled and climbed all that day while they lasted, and I said to mysen, “’Liza Roantree hasn’t six months to live.”  And when we came into th’ daylight again we were like dead men to look at, an’ Blast come behind us without so much as waggin’ his tail.  When I saw ’Liza again she looked at me a minute and says, “Who’s telled tha?  For I see tha knows.”  And she tried to smile as she kissed me, and I fair broke down.

‘Yo’ see, I was a young chap i’ them days, and had seen naught o’ life, let alone death, as is allus a-waitin’.  She telled me as Dr. Warbottom said as Greenhow air was too keen, and they were goin’ to Bradford, to Jesse’s brother David, as worked i’ a mill, and I mun hold up like a man and a Christian, and she’d pray for me.  Well, and they went away, and the preacher that same back end o’ th’ year were appointed to another circuit, as they call it, and I were left alone on Greenhow Hill.

‘I tried, and I tried hard, to stick to th’ chapel, but ‘tweren’t th’ same thing at after.  I hadn’t ‘Liza’s voice to follow i’ th’ singin’, nor her eyes a-shinin’ acrost their heads.  And i’ th’ class-meetings they said as I mun have some experiences to tell, and I hadn’t a word to say for mysen.