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They
rode
three
,
and
listened
.
No
sound
was
to
be
heard
save
a
millpond
trickling
hoarsely
through
a
hatch
,
and
suggesting
gloomy
possibilities
of
drowning
by
jumping
in
.
Gabriel
dismounted
when
they
came
to
a
turning
.
The
tracks
were
absolutely
the
only
guide
as
to
the
direction
that
they
now
had
,
and
great
caution
was
necessary
to
avoid
confusing
them
with
some
others
which
had
made
their
appearance
lately
.
"
What
does
this
mean
?
—
though
I
guess
,
"
said
Gabriel
,
looking
up
at
Coggan
as
he
moved
the
match
over
the
ground
about
the
turning
.
Coggan
,
who
,
no
less
than
the
panting
horses
,
had
latterly
shown
signs
of
weariness
,
again
scrutinized
the
mystic
characters
.
This
time
only
three
were
of
the
regular
horseshoe
shape
.
Every
fourth
was
a
dot
.
He
screwed
up
his
face
and
emitted
a
long
"
Whew
-
w
-
w
!
"
"
Lame
,
"
said
Oak
.
"
Yes
.
Dainty
is
lamed
;
the
near
-
foot
-
afore
,
"
said
Coggan
slowly
,
staring
still
at
the
footprints
.
"
We
’
ll
push
on
,
"
said
Gabriel
,
remounting
his
humid
steed
.
Although
the
road
along
its
greater
part
had
been
as
good
as
any
turnpike
-
road
in
the
country
,
it
was
nominally
only
a
byway
.
The
last
turning
had
brought
them
into
the
high
road
leading
to
Bath
.
Coggan
recollected
himself
.
"
We
shall
have
him
now
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
Where
?
"
