dead people and children screaming. As he hurried on,
Hervey concluded that the stranger was demented and had probably
wandered away from some village in the neighborhood. He had reason later
to recall this encounter, but he soon forgot it in the more urgent
matter of reaching the road.

He had now about half a mile of level country to traverse, consisting
of fields separated by stone walls. The land was soggy, and here and
there in the lower places were areas of water. These he would not take
the time to go around, but plunged through them, often going knee deep
into the marshy bottom. It was sometimes with difficulty that he was
able to extricate his leg from these soggy entanglements.

But he no longer needed the uncertain outline of that black mass amid
the surrounding blackness to guide him, for now the cheerful lights of
an isolated house upon the road shone in the distance. There was the
road, sure enough, though he could not see it.

"That's what Slady calls deduction," he panted, as he trudged on,
running when he could, and dragging his heavy, mud-bedraggled feet out
of the mire every dozen steps or so. Over a stone wall he went and
scrambled to his feet and hastened on.

The lights in the house cheered and guided him and he made straight for
this indubitable beacon. "Mountains are all--all right," he panted, "but
kerosene lamps--for--for--mine. I hope that--bunch--doesn't go to--bed."
His heart was pounding and he had a cruel stitch in his side from running,
which pained him excruciatingly when he ran fast. He tried scout pace
but it didn't work; he was not much of a hand for that kind of thing.
"It's--it's--all--right when--you're running through--the--handbook,"
he said, "but--but...."

Over another stone wall he went, tearing a great gash in his trousers,
exposing the limb to rain and wind. The ground was better for a space
and he ran desperately. Every breath he drew pained him, now and again
he staggered slightly, but he kept his feet and plunged frantically on.

Then one of the lights in the house went out. Then another. There was
only one now. "That's--that's--what--it means for--for--people to--to go
to--to bed early," he panted with difficulty. "I--I always--said----" He
had not the breath to finish, but it is undoubtedly true that he had
always been a staunch advocate of remaining up all night.

He fixed his eyes upon the one remaining light and ran with utter
desperation. His breathing was s