He would go down the lonnin to where it joined the road, and meet Ralph on the way.

He would have done so before, but the horror of walking under the shadow of the trees where last night his father fell had restrained him.

Conquering his fear, he sallied out.
The late moon had risen, and was shining at full.

With a beating heart he passed the dreaded spot, and reached the highway beyond.

He could hear nothing of a horse's canter.