the objects in question looked more like crows than
horsemen, and their motion was for some time scarcely
perceptible.
"I sees pack-horses among them," cried young Marston
in an excited tone; "an' there's three riders; but
there's som'thin' else, only wot it be I can't tell."
"Ye've sharp eyes, younker," remarked one of the
men, "an' I do b'lieve ye're right."
Presently the horsemen approached, and soon there
was a brisk fire of guessing as to who they could be.