“I say, if you think you could use a guy of my tonnage, pal, why, just give the word.”
“I wouldn’t think of trying to do without you,” replied Kenyon. “Come along.”
XXII
THE LIGHT GROWS STRONGER
“The plans of men have various terminations.”
—The Strategy of Nunez.
The little party left the train at South Norwalk; it was shortly after nine o’clock when they engaged a carry-all from a liveryman and began the journey along the road which the youth from Saginaw indicated.
“Rather a dark night,” commented Webster.
“Like ink,” replied Philip Austin.
A lamp hung at each side of the trap, and they projected their struggling rays for a very short space ahead; the horses, with ears cocked, jogged briskly along. The road, when they had left the town well behind, grew lonely and still.
The lines of rail fencing went wavering by in the lamp-light; trees by the wayside seemed vast and shadowy and full of strange murmurings; now and then, from far across the fields, they caught the flicker of a light in a farmhouse.