’Twas an hour before I return’d: and plenty I had to tell. Only at the entrance to the dingle the words failed from off my tongue. The old gentleman lay as he had lain throughout the night. But the bracken had been toss’d aside, and the girl was kneeling over him. I drew near, my step not arousing her. Sir Deakin’s face was pale and calm: but on the snow that had gather’d by his head, lay a red streak of blood. ’Twas from his lungs, and he was quite dead.
CHAPTER VII. — I FIND A COMRADE.
But I must go back a little and tell you what befell in my expedition.
I had scarce trudged out of sight of my friends, down the hill, when it struck me that my footprints in the snow were in the last degree dangerous to them, and might lead Settle and his crew straight to the dingle. Here was a fix. I stood for some minutes nonpluss’d, when above the stillness of the wood (for the wind had dropp’d) a faint sound as of running water caught my ear, and help’d me to an idea.
The sound seem’d to come from my left. Turning aside I made across the hill toward it, and after two hundred paces or so came on a tiny brook, not two feet across, that gush’d down the slope with a quite considerable chatter and impatience. The bed of it was mainly earth, with here and there a large stone or root to catch the toe: so that, as I stepped into the water and began to thread my way down between the banks of snow, ’twas necessary to look carefully to my steps.
Here and there the brook fetch’d a leap down a sharper declivity, or shot over a hanging stone: but, save for the wetting I took in these places, my progress was easy enough. I must have waded in this manner for half a mile, keeping the least possible noise, when at an angle ahead I spied a clearing among the pines, and to the right of the stream, on the very verge, a hut of logs standing, with a wood rick behind it.
’Twas a low building, but somewhat long, and I guess’d it to be, in summer time, a habitation for the woodcutters. But what surpris’d me was to hear a dull, moaning noise, very regular and disquieting, that sounded from the interior of the hut. I listen’d, and hit on the explication. ’Twas the sound of snoring.