The great clock in the tower had boomed the hour of eight some time since.

The moon had shaken itself free from the veil of cloud, and was sailing majestically in the sky.

As they descended the path, Kate suddenly laid her hand on her brother's arm, and whispered: "Hist! Methinks I hear the sound of steps.

Surely there is some one approaching us from below!" Philip paused and listened.

Yes, Kate's quick ears had not deceived her.