CHAPTER THREEElizabeth backed the last lorry load into the barn and called up to young Briggs, who was on the top of the stack.
“We’ll leave this lot here until to-morrow. It’s too dark to unload now. It’s all under cover and that’s all that matters.”
Young Briggs slithered down from the stack. “Aye, that’s right,” he said, and only his voice told of the satisfaction which his terse speech would not express.
“By gum, it’s raining,” he said, and Elizabeth laughed.
“Raining it is, and who cares. Good-night,” she called.
Leaving young Briggs to close the door of the great barn she turned towards home through the downpour. Accustomed to bad weather the rain did not trouble her at all, and as she walked she pondered over the story Malcolm had told her before they started carting. Would Ric
