CHAPTER X.
ON THE KNOLL ROAD.
The moon was shining brightly when he stepped into the open road—so brightly that he could see every object far before him unless where the trees cast their black shadows, which seemed all the blacker for the light. "What a grave little creature she is!" he was saying to himself. But he stopped suddenly; under one of the trees by the roadside some one was standing motionless; as he approached, the figure stepped boldly out into the moonlight before him. It was a woman.
"Dunnot be afeard," she said, in a low, hurried voice. "It's me, mester—it's Joan Lowrie."
"Joan Lowrie!" he said with surprise. "What has brought you out at this hour, and whom are you waiting for?"
"I'm waiting for yo'rsen," she answered.
"For me?"
"Aye; I ha' summat to say to you."
She looked about her hurriedly.
"Yo'd better come into th' shade o' them trees," she said, "I dunnot want to gi' any one a chance to see me nor yo' either."
It was impossible that he should not hesitate a moment if she had been forced into entrapping him!
She made a sharp gesture.
