"Was the light when you saw the woman in the blue dress about the same as it is now?" asked Garden.
"Yes, sir; only it was a little earlier in the morning. And I was standing as near as possible on this very spot when I first saw her."
"I want to know the exact direction, Tom. We are facing those trees yonder. Was it there?"
"Yes, sir; among those very trees."
"Be sure, Tom," said Garden, stepping two or three paces behind, and taking a white handkerchief from his pocket. "Don't turn, Tom! You are sure?"
"I am sure, sir," said Tom, looking straight before him.
Garden waved the white handkerchief high in the air, and the next moment Tom uttered a loud cry, and darted forward. Garden ran swiftly after him, and caught his arm.
"Why, what is the matter with you, Tom?"
"There! there!" cried Tom, struggling to release himself; but Garden held him fast. Tom's voice trembled from excitement, and his face was white. "I saw her this very minute."
"Saw whom?"