Susan was a little startled. “Who is that?”
“I don't know.”
“He looked as if he knew us.”
“A traveler, I think, dearest. The folk hereabouts have not got to wear those long beards yet.”
“Why did you start when he passed us?”
“Did I start, Susan?”
“Your arm twitched me.”
“You must have fancied it,” replied Meadows, with a sickly smile; “but, come, Susan, the dew is falling, you had better make toward home.”
He saw her safe home, then, instead of waiting to supper as usual, got his horse out and rode to the town full gallop.
“Any one been here for me?”