"It's in a good cause," said Meagle. "A most worthy object; and
something seems to tell me that we shall succeed. You didn't forget the
candles, Lester?"
"I have brought two," was the reply; "all the old man could spare."
There was but little moon, and the night was cloudy. The road between
high hedges was dark, and in one place, where it ran through a wood, so
black that they twice stumbled in the uneven ground at the side of it.
"Fancy leaving our comfortable beds for this!" said White again. "Let
me see; this desirable residential sepulchre lies to the right, doesn't
it?"
"Farther on," said Meagle.
They walked on for some time in silence, broken only by White's tribute
to the softness, the cleanliness, and the comfort of the bed which was
receding farther and farther into the distance. Under Meagle's guidance
they turned oft at last to the right, and, after a walk of a quarter of a
mile, saw the gates of the house before them.
[Illustration: "They saw the gates of the house before them."]
The lodge was almost hidden by overgrown shrubs and the drive was choked
with rank growths.
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