"The country people are very hospitable," I replied; "besides we can pay them liberally."
Presently the dark outline of a square church tower appeared against the dark sky.
"What is that?" she asked.
"It is St. Wenn Church tower," I replied. "We should have got farther than this, but we have been obliged to come very slowly across the moors. I think the road will soon be better now."
"It will soon be daylight, you say. Will you look out for some place where we can stay."
She spoke despondingly. Doubtless she was lonely, and perhaps she felt the real difficulties of the situation. She spoke no further to me, however, but fell back with her serving-maid, leaving me to my thoughts.
Presently I saw a gray streak in the eastern sky, and then looking back I saw a party of horsemen.
"Ride faster!" I cried out. "We are followed."
"By whom?"