While Bolton (or Phillip Redgill, as the spirit voice now properly called him) stood trembling thus, the ghostly voice said loudly again—
“Phillip Redgill, beware! my footsteps shall follow you for ever!”
Dropping the blood-stained bludgeon beside the body, Phillip Redgill rushed from the room, dashed down stairs, opened the back door, and ran towards the orchard.
He mounted his horse, and was about to start off at a furious gallop, when he gave a sharp, horror-stricken shout at something he saw.
The gory legs of the farmer stood bolt upright in the snow beside him!
“Phillip Redgill, I follow you.”
The murderer plunged spurs into his steed, and dashed from the spot with the swiftness of the wind.
He perceived Bob Bertram at some distance, who was approaching his father’s house.
It was as much as he could do to control his feelings; but he said to Bob,
“I have soon returned, you see.”