"I'LL FETCH SOMEBODY," SAID AUDREY.
"Mr. Robin won't lock you up," said Audrey; "he's very kind is Mr. Robin."
He made no answer to this, so Audrey did not speak to him again, but at once began to creep past him. She was still trembling so much that she could hardly stand, but she managed to make her way back to the old houses, though not so quickly as she had come.
She stopped at Granny Robin's window, and knocked on the pane. Mr. Robin opened it.
"Why, Audrey," he said, "what are you doing at this time of night—and all wet and dripping, too?"
She could hardly tell him what she wanted, for her heart was beating so fast with the fright she had had; but she begged him to come with her, and to come at once, and to bring a candle with him.
[CHAPTER X]
Old Joe
MR. ROBIN climbed out of the window, and taking Audrey's hand in his, he told her to guide him to the place where she had heard the voice. She led him in and out amongst the tombstones; as far as the east window of the church. Then, when they were sheltered from the wind and the rain under the church wall, he lighted his candle, and they went round the corner to the north side of the old building.
There, on the grass under the yew tree, lay an old man, so small, so thin, so shrivelled, that he looked no bigger than a boy twelve years old. His hat had fallen from his head, and his untidy grey hair hung upon his shoulders, and round his neck was a board on which was written the one word—"Blind."