"Don't light it," she said. "It might be seen."
Very well!
He was on the point of replacing it, but stopped and asked--
"Did you bring one with your horse?"
"No!"
"Then I had better take it. It will keep you from stumbling when you are riding home. There is a scarf on the sofa."
Kate twisted it over her head and they passed out softly into the lane.
[CHAPTER VI]
The wind had dropped with the advance of morning, and only an impalpable breath--a faint reminiscence of the wind it seemed--stirring the larch-clumps, dotted here and there along the lower edges of their path, broke the stillness for a moment as they passed. They paused by the side of a watercourse which, descending from Great Gable, the mountain on their left, cut through the track on its way to the centre of the valley and caused a gap of some fifty feet. Stones planted at intervals uncertainly in the stream gave an insecure footing, and afforded the only traverse to the opposite side; and in the darkness their position was dimly shown, or, rather, could be hazily guessed at, by little points of white where the water swirled and broke about them.
"I must have crossed it when I came," said Kate, blankly. "But I don't remember. I don't seem to have noticed it at all. I should slip on the stepping-stones now."