‘Of course not, Walter, nobody thought of it.’
He said:
‘I have.’
And I felt a cold shiver run through me. I had not thought of
it, and yet, somewhere at the back of my mind, this terror had
been there. I held my breath and waited. I could hear the sheep
cropping the rough grass a hundred yards away.
Then I said:
‘Yes? Do you really want to go?’
And Walter nodded his head.
‘I would give anything to go,’ he said intensely. ‘When Harland
was coming home last week a girl gave him a white feather.’