Where did they come from, and what did they mean?
I shuddered, and said one prayer more as I thought of it.
Then my curiosity got the better of me, and I crept to the window and looked out.

The wind howled dismally, but the sky was clearing, and the moon raced in and out among the clouds.

Away down across the lough I could see the dim outline of Fanad, below which was the little home where, for all I knew, my mother at that moment lay dead.

And opposite it loomed out the grey bleak hill below which, even by this half light, I fancied I could detect the black outline of Kilgorman standing grimly in the moonlight.
It may have been fancy, but as I looked I even thought I could see once more moving lights between the water's edge and the house, and I slunk back to my corner by the fire with a shiver.
Presently, his honour came in with a candle.

He had evidently been up all night, and looked haggard and anxious.
"Get up," said he, "and make the boat ready." I rose to obey, when he called me back.
"Come here," said he harshly.