Without hesitation I made my way to the spot where the dark object had disappeared, and then saw a slight clearage in the bushes, which had before escaped my attention. A few seconds later I had entered another open place, but it was smaller than the other, and situated at the foot of the rising ground. I again looked around me, but could see nothing, and was musing as to the course I should take, when I heard a slight groan. I hurried to the spot from whence the sound came, drawing my sword as I did so. I did not go far, however, for I saw, almost hidden by the trees, a dark building.
"Hallo!" I cried aloud.
But there was no answering voice.
"There is some one here," I said; "speak, or I fire."
"What would you, Roger Trevanion?" said a strange voice.
I must confess that my heart gave a bound as I heard my own name in this lonely place, but I quickly mastered myself.
"I would see you," I replied.
"You cannot see spirits of just men made perfect," was the reply. "They can see you while they remain invisible."
"We will see," I replied. "I have flint and steel here. I will light up this place, then perchance I shall find that the living as well as the dead inhabit the place."