Whither or how had it gone?
“Strange,” muttered Ned, angrily, as he returned to his seat. “Where’s the cripple?”
All looked around.
He also had vanished.
“There is some strange horrible mystery in all this,” said Ned, “and I will perish before I give up the search without unravelling it.”
“It all seems to me like a dream,” the knight said at last, with a great effort. “Some strange and horrible nightmare.”
“I wasn’t frightened, sir,” said Tim, plucking up his courage. “Nothing could frighten me now, seeing as how I rode home with one on ’em.”
“It’s all a trick, I know,” said the footman. “Some of the villagers have got it up for a lark, seeing as how it’s Christmas time.”
“Perhaps so, Roger,” the knight replied, with a smile; “but I noticed you soon fell on your knees, and began to say your prayers.”
“And so did Tim,” Ned laughed; “but now it’s all over, you may retire,” he said to the servants who were there, “you may retire. Uncle and I wish to be alone.”