The captain said he was to be called at six.

I suppose they are going out still-hunting somewhere.

Well, I wish them luck; for when the boys can get their whisky for next to nothing they don't care about coming here, and small blame to them, for I shouldn't myself." Not a soul was astir in the village as the two young officers passed along.

They turned off at the lane leading to the sea, and after proceeding a quarter of a mile came to a point where the roadway ended, the path beyond this being merely a track.

Here there was a gate across the lane, and a wall running right and left.
"We can't find a better spot than this, Conway," Lieutenant Desmond said.