"Mounseer Jerome be about somewhere."
Jasper meditated.
"I tell you what, Tom, we will make our way up to Stonehanger."
"Better try t' owld quarry, sir."
"They meet there?"
"I reckon they do."
"Have you got a lantern?"
"Sure."
"Fetch it, and bring a thick stick with you."
They left the cottage, Jasper with his hanger and pistols, Tom Stook carrying a lantern, and a stout hollywood cudgel. Tom took the lead, pushing his way along a narrow, winding path half overgrown by straggling furze, their figures melting away into the blackness of the moor.