"You will do nothing of the sort," Tyrrell declared firmly. "It's far too late to set about rounding up the flock, and as one of those who found the body you'll be wanted by Inspector Feather to tell your tale. No. Whatever I lose by it, the sheep stay out, tonight."
"All right, sir. Just as you say, and I'll be after 'em in the mornin'. There may be one or other on its back—I'll do my best to take his place. An' poor old Jimmy—I'd like to bury him, sir."
"To-morrow," Tyrrell said. "You'll come back with us, now."
They followed the way the bearers had gone down the line of the valley until they reached the lane and saw the more slowly- moving little party going on ahead. Then Gees spoke abruptly.
"Where do you burn the carcasses of the sheep, Tyrrell?"
"Down in the dip the other side
