But I told him that you-all was goin' to leave the mountains and goin' out thar fer good." There was another silence. "He never said a word." Nobody had asked the question, but he was answering the unspoken one in the heart of June, and that heart sank like a stone. "He's goin' away hisself-goin' ter-morrow goin' to that same place he went before England, some feller called it."