Think of a bed, and a pillow, and a blanket!" But no, the light--the lights, there were two--were moving--moving rapidly and evenly.
Jeffreys stood still to listen.

The wind had long since dropped into rest, and the clear night air would have carried a sound twice the distance.

Yes, it was a cart or a carriage, and he could even detect the clatter of the horses on the hard road.

Possibly some benighted wagoner, or a mail cart.
He raised a shout which scared the sleeping rabbits in their holes and made the hill across the valley wake with echoes.

The lights still moved on.