The young man went right down the path, and stopped at the end where the walls of the Jas-Meiffren form an angle.

Here he listened as if to ascertain whether any sound might be coming from the adjoining estate.

At last, hearing nothing, he stooped down, thrust a plank aside, and hid his gun in a timber-stack.
An old tombstone, which had been overlooked in the clearing of the burial-ground, lay in the corner, resting on its side and forming a high and slightly sloping seat.

The rain had worn its edges, and moss was slowly eating into it.

Nevertheless, the following fragment of an inscription, cut on the side which was sinking into the ground, might still have been distinguished in the moonlight: "_Here lieth.