Complete darkness and silence again followed.
Presently the first speaker continued:-- "I reckon we'll have to wait here till the next squall clears away the scud from the sky?
Hello! What's that ?" Out of the obscurity before them appeared a faint light,--a dim but perfectly defined square of radiance,--which, however, did not appear to illuminate anything around it.

Suddenly it disappeared.
"That's a house--it's a light in a window," said the second voice.
"House be d--d!" retorted the first speaker.

"A house with a window on Galloper's Ridge, fifteen miles from anywhere?
You're crazy!" Nevertheless, from the muffled plunging and tinkling that followed, they seemed to be moving in the direction where the light had appeared.
Then there was a pause.
"There's nothing but a rocky outcrop here, where a house couldn't stand, and we're off the trail again," said the first speaker impatiently.
"Stop!--there it is again!" The same square of light appeared once more, but the horsemen had evidently diverged in the darkness, for it seemed to be in a different direction.

But it was more distinct, and as they gazed a shadow appeared upon its radiant surface--the profile of a human face.

Then the light suddenly went out, and the face vanished with it.
"It IS a window, and there was some one behind it," said the second speaker emphatically.
"It was a woman's face," said the pleasant voice.
"Whoever it is, just hail them, so that we can get our bearings.