For an hour they rode steadily, discussing with interest this queer new turn of events.
“Green is an excellent color for a light,” quoth Paddy, sagely, “but in this case, faith, it’s little enough I like it. It’s better for you if you take warning by what Master Quinsey said.”
“He said nothing about green lights,” smiled Ben.
“He would if he had thought of it,” maintained Paddy.
And at his last word he noted Ben draw up close beside him and felt his grip upon his arm.
“Look—directly ahead,” said Ben. “What do you see?”
“An inn,” said Paddy.
“There is a light above the door,” and Ben’s grip tightened. “What color is it?”
“Green!” answered Paddy Burk, and he sat straight up in his saddle.