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He
had
stuck
his
ricking
-
rod
,
or
poniard
,
as
it
was
indifferently
called
—
a
long
iron
lance
,
polished
by
handling
—
into
the
stack
,
used
to
support
the
sheaves
instead
of
the
support
called
a
groom
used
on
houses
.
A
blue
light
appeared
in
the
zenith
,
and
in
some
indescribable
manner
flickered
down
near
the
top
of
the
rod
.
It
was
the
fourth
of
the
larger
flashes
.
A
moment
later
and
there
was
a
smack
—
smart
,
clear
,
and
short
.
Gabriel
felt
his
position
to
be
anything
but
a
safe
one
,
and
he
resolved
to
descend
.
Not
a
drop
of
rain
had
fallen
as
yet
.
He
wiped
his
weary
brow
,
and
looked
again
at
the
black
forms
of
the
unprotected
stacks
.
Was
his
life
so
valuable
to
him
after
all
?
What
were
his
prospects
that
he
should
be
so
chary
of
running
risk
,
when
important
and
urgent
labour
could
not
be
carried
on
without
such
risk
?
He
resolved
to
stick
to
the
stack
.
However
,
he
took
a
precaution
.
Under
the
staddles
was
a
long
tethering
chain
,
used
to
prevent
the
escape
of
errant
horses
.
This
he
carried
up
the
ladder
,
and
sticking
his
rod
through
the
clog
at
one
end
,
allowed
the
other
end
of
the
chain
to
trail
upon
the
ground
.
The
spike
attached
to
it
he
drove
in
.
Under
the
shadow
of
this
extemporized
lightning
-
conductor
he
felt
himself
comparatively
safe
.
Before
Oak
had
laid
his
hands
upon
his
tools
again
out
leapt
the
fifth
flash
,
with
the
spring
of
a
serpent
and
the
shout
of
a
fiend
.
It
was
green
as
an
emerald
,
and
the
reverberation
was
stunning
.
What
was
this
the
light
revealed
to
him
?
In
the
open
ground
before
him
,
as
he
looked
over
the
ridge
of
the
rick
,
was
a
dark
and
apparently
female
form
.
Could
it
be
that
of
the
only
venturesome
woman
in
the
parish
—
Bathsheba
?
The
form
moved
on
a
step
:
then
he
could
see
no
more
.
"
Is
that
you
,
ma
’
am
?
"
said
Gabriel
to
the
darkness
.
"
Who
is
there
?
"
said
the
voice
of
Bathsheba
.
"
Gabriel
.
I
am
on
the
rick
,
thatching
.
"
"
Oh
,
Gabriel
!
—
and
are
you
?
I
have
come
about
them
.
The
weather
awoke
me
,
and
I
thought
of
the
corn
.
I
am
so
distressed
about
it
—
can
we
save
it
anyhow
?
I
cannot
find
my
husband
.
Is
he
with
you
?
"
"
He
is
not
here
.
"
