made a partial shelter; and there the two lads lay down, keeping close
together for the sake of warmth, their quarrel all forgotten. And soon
sleep fell upon them like a cloud, and under the dew and stars they
rested peacefully.

CHAPTER VII

THE HOODED FACE

They awoke in the grey of the morning; the birds were not yet in full
song, but twittered here and there among the woods; the sun was not yet
up, but the eastern sky was barred with solemn colours. Half starved and
over-weary as they were, they lay without moving, sunk in a delightful
lassitude. And as they thus lay, the clang of a bell fell suddenly upon
their ears.

"A bell!" said Dick, sitting up. "Can we be, then, so near to Holywood?"

A little after, the bell clanged again, but this time somewhat nearer
hand; and from that time forth, and still drawing nearer and nearer, it
continued to sound brokenly abroad in the silence of the morning.

"Nay, what should this betoken?" said Dick, who was now broad awake.

"It is some one walking," returned Matcham, "and the bell tolleth ever
as he moves."

"I see that well," said Dick. "But wherefore? What maketh he in Tunstall
Woods? Jack," he added, "laugh at me an ye will, but I like not the
hollow sound of it."

"Nay," said Matcham, with a shiver, "it hath a doleful note. An the day
were not come----"

But just then the bell, quickening its pace, began to ring thick and
hurried, and then it gave a single hammering jangle, and was silent for
a space.

"It is as though the bearer had run for a paternoster while, and then
leaped the river," Dick observed.

"And now beginneth he again to pace soberly forward," added Matcham.

"Nay," returned Dick--"nay, not so soberly, Jack. 'Tis a man that
walketh you right speedily. 'Tis a man in some fear of his life, or
about some hurried business. See ye not how swift the beating draweth
near?"

"It is now close by," said Matcham.

They were now on the edge of the pit; and as the pit itself was on a
certain eminence, they commanded a view over the greater proportion of
the clearing, up to the thick woods that closed it in.

The daylight, which was very clear and grey, showed them a riband of
white foot-path wandering among the gorse. It passed some hundred yards
from the pit, and ran the whole length of the clearing, east and west.
By the line of its course, Dick judged it should lead more or less
directly to the Moat House.

Upon this path, stepping for