“What do you mean?”
“That it is not done wilfully.”
“Wilfully!”
“Yes, with the purpose to mislead. Look. The movement of the light is exactly that of a ship on a rolling sea.”
“Uncle, let us go there at once and stop it.”
“I don’t know, my dear; if it be done by some unprincipled ruffian he would not be stopped by us.”
“It must be stopped. And, oh, think! you told me that your Oliver is coming home. Think of him.”
“We will go.”
Mr. Menaida was drawn along by Judith in her eagerness. They left the road to Pentyre, and struck out over the downs, keeping their eyes on the light. The distance was deceptive. It seemed to have been much nearer than they found it actually to be.
“Look! it is coming back!” exclaimed Judith.