Gabriel's anxiety was great that Boldwood might be saved, even though in his conscience he felt that he ought to die; for there had been qualities in the farmer which Oak loved. At last, when they all were weary the tramp of a horse was heard in the distance -First dead, as if on turf it trode, Then, clattering on the village road In other pace than forth he yode.
"We shall soon know now, one way or other." said Coggan, and they all stepped down from the bank on which they had been standing into the road, and the rider pranced into the midst of them.
"Is that you, Laban?" said Gabriel.
"Yes -- 'tis come. He's not to die. 'Tis confinement during her Majesty's pleasure."
"Hurrah!" said Coggan, with a swelling heart. "God's above the devil yet!"