It was all a mistake . So Sir John told Grimes to go home , and promised him five shillings if he would bring the boy quietly up to him , without beating him , that he might be sure of the truth . For he took for granted , and Grimes too , that Tom had made his way home . But no Tom came back to Mr. Grimes that evening ; and he went to the police-office , to tell them to look out for the boy . But no Tom was heard of . As for his having gone over those great fells to Vendale , they no more dreamed of that than of his having gone to the moon . So Mr. Grimes came up to Harthover next day with a very sour face ; but when he got there , Sir John was over the hills and far away ; and Mr. Grimes had to sit in the outer servants ' hall all day , and drink strong ale to wash away his sorrows ; and they were washed away long before Sir John came back . For good Sir John had slept very badly that night ; and he said to his lady , `` My dear , the boy must have got over into the grouse - moors , and lost himself ; and he lies very heavily on my conscience , poor little lad . But I know what I will do . '' So , at five the next morning up he got , and into his bath , and into his shooting-jacket and gaiters , and into the stableyard , like a fine old English gentleman , with a face as red as a rose , and a hand as hard as a table , and a back as broad as a bullock 's ; and bade them bring his shooting pony , and the keeper to come on his pony , and the huntsman , and the first whip , and the second whip , and the under-keeper with the bloodhound in a leash -- a great dog as tall as a calf , of the colour of a gravel-walk , with mahogany ears and nose , and a throat like a church-bell . They took him up to the place where Tom had gone into the wood ; and there the hound lifted up his mighty voice , and told them all he knew . Then he took them to the place where Tom had climbed the wall ; and they shoved it down , and all got through . And then the wise dog took them over the moor , and over the fells , step by step , very slowly ; for the scent was a day old , you know , and very light from the heat and drought . But that was why cunning old Sir John started at five in the morning . And at last he came to the top of Lewthwaite Crag , and there he bayed , and looked up in their faces , as much as to say , `` I tell you he is gone down here ! '' They could hardly believe that Tom would have gone so far ; and when they looked at that awful cliff , they could never believe that he would have dared to face it . But if the dog said so , it must be true . `` Heaven forgive us ! '' said Sir John . `` If we find him at all , we shall find him lying at the bottom . ''
And he slapped his great hand upon his great thigh , and said - `` Who will go down over Lewthwaite Crag , and see XXXXX that boy is alive ?
So as by if into on that up with without