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Silently we hurry along, my companion keeping pace with me pluckily, and never once falling behind. In about twenty minutes we are in the dark winding lane which leads down into the village, and scarcely a hundred yards along it is the only turn on the way.
It is nothing but a grass-grown cart-track, leading round to the back of the Court, and seldom used, except in timber-felling times; but after passing it once, I turn back and light a match. The wind blows it out immediately. I light another--fortunately, I have plenty--and stooping down, I examine the ground carefully. I am unexpectedly rewarded for my caution, and after a very brief inspection, I spring up and open the gate.