All was silent there.

Not a step but his own was stirring, and the road in places so overhung with old trees that it was difficult to see a yard before one.
He slackened his pace, and listened, like a man who keeps an assignation, and listened again, and laughed under his breath; and sure enough, before long, the clink of a footstep was heard approaching swiftly from the Dublin direction.
Mr.Dangerfield drew aside under the deep shadow of a high hawthorn hedge, overhung by trees; and watching intently, he saw a tall, lank figure, with a peculiar gait and stoop of its own, glide stealthily by.
He smiled after it in the dark.
The tall figure was that of our old friend, Zekiel Irons, the clerk.

A sable form, as beseemed his ecclesiastical calling--and now a white figure was gliding without noise swiftly after him.
Suddenly, as he reached an open part of the road, a thin hand was laid on his shoulder, and, with a start, and a 'hollo,' he sprung round.
'Hey! why, you're as frightened as if you had seen Charles--Charles _Nutter_.

Hey ?--don't be uneasy.

I heard from the parson yesterday morning you were to be with him to-night before nine o'clock, about that money you left in his hands, and I've chanced to meet you; and this I want you to understand, Charles Nutter is in gaol, and we must not let him get out--do you see?
That business settled, we're at rest.