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The
lights
inside
the
house
had
all
been
extinguished
,
and
from
the
darkened
window
Ferrier
peered
over
the
fields
which
had
been
his
own
,
and
which
he
was
now
about
to
abandon
for
ever
.
He
had
long
nerved
himself
to
the
sacrifice
,
however
,
and
the
thought
of
the
honour
and
happiness
of
his
daughter
outweighed
any
regret
at
his
ruined
fortunes
.
All
looked
so
peaceful
and
happy
,
the
rustling
trees
and
the
broad
silent
stretch
of
grain-land
,
that
it
was
difficult
to
realize
that
the
spirit
of
murder
lurked
through
it
all
.
Yet
the
white
face
and
set
expression
of
the
young
hunter
showed
that
in
his
approach
to
the
house
he
had
seen
enough
to
satisfy
him
upon
that
head
.
Ferrier
carried
the
bag
of
gold
and
notes
,
Jefferson
Hope
had
the
scanty
provisions
and
water
,
while
Lucy
had
a
small
bundle
containing
a
few
of
her
more
valued
possessions
.
Opening
the
window
very
slowly
and
carefully
,
they
waited
until
a
dark
cloud
had
somewhat
obscured
the
night
,
and
then
one
by
one
passed
through
into
the
little
garden
.
With
bated
breath
and
crouching
figures
they
stumbled
across
it
,
and
gained
the
shelter
of
the
hedge
,
which
they
skirted
until
they
came
to
the
gap
which
opened
into
the
cornfields
.
They
had
just
reached
this
point
when
the
young
man
seized
his
two
companions
and
dragged
them
down
into
the
shadow
,
where
they
lay
silent
and
trembling
.
It
was
as
well
that
his
prairie
training
had
given
Jefferson
Hope
the
ears
of
a
lynx
.
He
and
his
friends
had
hardly
crouched
down
before
the
melancholy
hooting
of
a
mountain
owl
was
heard
within
a
few
yards
of
them
,
which
was
immediately
answered
by
another
hoot
at
a
small
distance
.
At
the
same
moment
a
vague
shadowy
figure
emerged
from
the
gap
for
which
they
had
been
making
,
and
uttered
the
plaintive
signal
cry
again
,
on
which
a
second
man
appeared
out
of
the
obscurity
.
"
To-morrow
at
midnight
,
"
said
the
first
who
appeared
to
be
in
authority
.
"
When
the
Whip-poor-Will
calls
three
times
.
"
"
It
is
well
,
"
returned
the
other
.
"
Shall
I
tell
Brother
Drebber
?
"
"
Pass
it
on
to
him
,
and
from
him
to
the
others
.
Nine
to
seven
!
"
"
Seven
to
five
!
"
repeated
the
other
,
and
the
two
figures
flitted
away
in
different
directions
.
Their
concluding
words
had
evidently
been
some
form
of
sign
and
countersign
.
The
instant
that
their
footsteps
had
died
away
in
the
distance
,
Jefferson
Hope
sprang
to
his
feet
,
and
helping
his
companions
through
the
gap
,
led
the
way
across
the
fields
at
the
top
of
his
speed
,
supporting
and
half-carrying
the
girl
when
her
strength
appeared
to
fail
her
.
"
Hurry
on
!
hurry
on
!
"
he
gasped
from
time
to
time
.
"
We
are
through
the
line
of
sentinels
.
Everything
depends
on
speed
.
Hurry
on
!
"
Once
on
the
high
road
they
made
rapid
progress
.
Only
once
did
they
meet
anyone
,
and
then
they
managed
to
slip
into
a
field
,
and
so
avoid
recognition
.
Before
reaching
the
town
the
hunter
branched
away
into
a
rugged
and
narrow
footpath
which
led
to
the
mountains
.
Two
dark
jagged
peaks
loomed
above
them
through
the
darkness
,
and
the
defile
which
led
between
them
was
the
Eagle
Cañon
in
which
the
horses
were
awaiting
them
.
With
unerring
instinct
Jefferson
Hope
picked
his
way
among
the
great
boulders
and
along
the
bed
of
a
dried-up
watercourse
,
until
he
came
to
the
retired
corner
,
screened
with
rocks
,
where
the
faithful
animals
had
been
picketed
.
The
girl
was
placed
upon
the
mule
,
and
old
Ferrier
upon
one
of
the
horses
,
with
his
money-bag
,
while
Jefferson
Hope
led
the
other
along
the
precipitous
and
dangerous
path
.
