He walked quietly down the lane.

After going about a hundred yards, he saw something dark in the road and, approaching it very cautiously, found that it was a horse harnessed to a gig.

As he was standing wondering what to do next he started, for the silence was broken by some voices near him.
"It was a stupid thing to get here so early, and to have to wait about for four hours in this ditch." "It was the best plan though," another voice replied.

"The trap might have been noticed, if we had been driving about the roads after dark; while in the daylight no one would give it a second thought." "That's right enough," the first speaker said, "but it's precious cold here.

Hand me that flask again.