“One only.”
“The other?”
“Is about the size of the man who is approaching.”
Luke did not reply, but examined still more critically the advancing pedestrian.
“If this should be one of the Foxes——” he began.
“Do you think it is?” asked the farmer in a terrified tone.
“I can’t tell. If it proves to be, do exactly as I tell you.”
“Yes,” replied the farmer, now thoroughly alarmed.
By this time the newcomer was but twenty feet distant. Though his appearance and dress were commonplace, his eyes, as they could see, were dark and glittering.
He made a halt.