news. It struck me directly she must have started for Penistone Craggs.
"What will become of her?" I ejaculated, pushing through a gap which the man was repairing, and making straight to the high road.
I walked as if for a wager, mile after mile, till a turn brought me in view of the Heights, but no Catherine could I detect, far or near.
The Craggs lie about a mile and a half beyond Mr. Heathcliff's place, and that is four from the Grange, so I began to fear night would fall ere I could reach them.
"And what if she should have slipped in clambering among them," I reflected, "and been killed, or broken some of her bones?"
My suspense was truly painful; and, at first, it gave me delightful relief to observe, in hurrying by the farm-house, Charlie, the fiercest of the pointers, lying under a window, with swelled head, and bleeding ear.
I open the wicket, and ran to the door, knocking vehemently for admittance. A
