The hamlet of Dettinheim contained four or five houses only, and no one seemed about.

Another five minutes' riding took them to the entrance to the little valley in which the mill stood.

They rode up to it, and then dismounted.
"It's a lonesome dismal-looking place, Master Rupert.

It doesn't seem to bode good.

Of course you know what you're come for, sir; but I don't like the look of the place, nohow." "It does not look cheerful, Hugh; but I am to meet Lord Fairholm and Sir John Loveday here." "I don't see any sign of them, Master Rupert.