A boulder of granite concealed our approach, and crouching behind it we gazed over it at the signal light.

It was strange to see this single candle burning there in the middle of the moor, with no sign of life near it--just the one straight yellow flame and the gleam of the rock on each side of it.
"What shall we do now ?" whispered Sir Henry.
"Wait here.

He must be near his light.

Let us see if we can get a glimpse of him." The words were hardly out of my mouth when we both saw him.

Over the rocks, in the crevice of which the candle burned, there was thrust out an evil yellow face, a terrible animal face, all seamed and scored with vile passions.