They came nearer and nearer.

They whispered under the door, and I saw their eyes on the step--their cruel, hard eyes.

Ah, why don't they quit ?" I tell the men to search the room and see if they can find any further traces of the family, while Tryan resumes his old attitude.

It is so much like the figure I remember on the breezy night that a superstitious feeling is fast overcoming me.

When they have returned, I tell them briefly what I know of him, and the old man murmurs again: "Why don't they quit, then?
They have the stock--all gone--gone, gone for the hides and hoofs," and he groans bitterly.
"There are other boats below us.