"You run and put your hat on, and then look up and down the road.

I'll go to the back." Regardless of the cold night air, she hastened in the direction that Lilian must necessarily have taken.

Reaching the field, she could at first distinguish no object in the dark space before her.

But the sky was clear and starry, and in a few moments, running on the while, she caught sight of a figure not very far in advance.

That undoubtedly was Lilian, escaping, speeding over the meadows--whither?
The ground rose gradually, and at a distance of less than a quarter of a mile cut clearly across the sky.