Only a couple of fields away shone the red and green lights of the railway track.

Every few minutes the goods-trains went rumbling over the metals.

The man on the ground heard them with a shiver.

Resolutely he kept his face turned in the opposite direction.

The night mail went thundering northward, and he clutched even at the nettles which grew amongst the grass where he was crouching, as though filled with a sudden terror.