"It is dark; you would be surprised to find it so if you walked about. It will soon be lighter than it is at this present moment."
"What sounds are those?" inquired Sir Francis Varney, as he listened attentively.
"Sounds! What sounds?" returned Henry.
"The sounds of wheels and horses' feet," said Varney.
"I cannot even hear them, much less can I tell what they are," said Henry.
"Then listen. Now they come along the road. Cannot you hear them now?" said Varney.
"Yes, I can," said Charles Holland; "but I really don't know what they are, or what it can matter to us; we don't expect any visitors."
"Certainly, certainly," said Varney. "I am somewhat apprehensive of the approach of strange sounds."
"You are not likely to be disturbed here," said Charles.
"Indeed; I thought so when I had succeeded in getting into the house near the town, and so far from believing it was likely I should be discovered, that I sat on the house-top while the mob surrounded it."