Ralphledthemroundbytheford，sothattheymightnotcomeacrossthecorpsesoftherobbers；butalreadyweretheUpmeadscarlesatworkdiggingtrencheswhereintoburythem。
SoRalphledhisfatherandhismothertothegateofthegarthofHighHouse；thenhegotoffhishorseandhelpedthemdown，andashesodealtwithhisfather，hesaidtohim：
“Thouartspringyandlimberyet，father；maybethouwiltputonthinehelmthisyeartoridetheDebateableWoodwithme。”
Theoldmanlaughedandsaid：“Maybe，son；butasnowitistimefortheetoenterunderourroof-treeoncemore。”
“Nay。”saidRalph，“butgoyeinandsitinthehigh-seatandabideme。