I shall hide up somewhere and listen.

It is a still night, and if there is anyone moving I am pretty sure to hear him." The Squire turned down the lamp, drew the curtains, and seated himself by the fire.

It was three quarters of an hour before Mark returned.

He shut the window, and fastened it carefully.
"I fancy you must have been mistaken, Mark." "I suppose that shot through the window has made me nervous.

I certainly did fancy I heard a noise there; it may have been a dead bough snapping, or something of that sort; and of course, the window being partly open, even though only three or four inches, any little noise would come in more plainly than it otherwise would do.