They passed around the barn and along a path that led through the raspberry bushes back of the yard.

There were several acres of these bushes, and just now they were full-leaved and almost shoulder high.

The path wound this way and that, and branched in several directions.

Twice the Major thought he had lost his quarry, but was guided aright by their soft footfalls.

The ground dipped here and there, and as they entered one of the hollows Major Doyle was startled to observe the twinkle of a dim light ahead.