Its nose was level with my stirrup already.
'Hush, man!' he said again.

This time there was no mistake about the panic in his voice.

'They call this the Devil's Chapel, God send us safe by it! It is late to be here.

Look at those!' he continued, pointing with a finger which visibly shook.
I looked.

At the mouth of the gully, in a small space partly cleared of stones, stood three broken shafts, raised on rude pedestals.
'Well ?' I said in a low voice.