Jack was suspicious of the man.
It did not seem likely to him that any honest wayfarer could be wandering along that unfrequented section of the country at night, acting in such a stealthy manner.
At all events he made up his mind to keep the man in view without being seen himself.
He therefore graded the speed of the terror to accord with that of the walking horse, and kept along the clearest ground he could distinguish in the gloom.
The sudden extinguishing of the lights alarmed Jack's friends, and brought them to the front room with a rush.
"Vot's der droubles?"
"Anything happened?"
"Is ther lamps injured, my lad?"
These three questions were discharged at him together.
Jack gave a warning hiss, pointed ahead, and said: