What could be the meaning of Mr.Lindsay's strange orders?
Should he ever have courage to lift his arm towards the church in the face of that awful apparition of the murdered man?
And if he did, would the unquiet spirit take the hint, and go back into the grave, which Bill knew was at that very corner to which he must point?
Left alone, his terrors began to return; and he listened eagerly to see if, amid the ceaseless soughing of the wind among the long yew branches, he could hear the rustle of the young men's footsteps as they crept behind.

But he could distinguish nothing.

The hish-wishing of the thin leaves was so incessant, the wind was so dexterous and tormenting in the tricks it played and the sounds it produced, that the whole place seemed alive with phantom rustlings and footsteps; and Bill felt as if Master Arthur was right, and that there was "no limit" to the number of ghosts! At last he could see the end of the avenue.

There among the few last trees was the place where the ghost had appeared.

There beyond lay the white road, the churchyard corner, and the tall grey tomb-stone glimmering in the moonlight.