Varney the Vampire eBook

Thomas Peckett Prest
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,239 pages of information about Varney the Vampire.

Varney the Vampire eBook

Thomas Peckett Prest
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,239 pages of information about Varney the Vampire.

However, there was no time to lose, and, under all circumstances, they could not have chosen a better night for their purpose than the one they had; indeed, they could not desire another night to be out on such a purpose.

They spoke not while they were within sight of the houses, though at the distance of many yards, and, at the same time, there was a noise through the trees that would have carried their voices past every object, however close; but they would make assurance doubly sure.

“I think we are fairly away now,” said Henry, “from all fear of being recognized.”

“To be sure you are.  Who would recognize us now, if we were met?”

“No one.”

“I should think not; and, moreover, there would be but small chance of any evil coming from it, even if it were to happen that we were to be seen and known.  Nobody knows what we are going to do, and, if they did, there is no illegality in the question.”

“Certainly not; but we wish the matter to be quite secret, therefore, we don’t wish to be seen by any one while upon this adventure.”

“Exactly,” said Chillingworth; “and, if you’ll follow my guidance, you shall meet nobody.”

“We will trust you, most worthy doctor.  What have you to say for our confidence?”

“That you will find it is not misplaced.”

Just as the doctor had uttered the last sound, there came a hearty laugh upon the air, which, indeed, sounded but a few paces in advance of them.  The wind blew towards them, and would, therefore, cause the sounds to come to them, but not to go away in the direction they were going.

The whole party came to a sudden stand still; there was something so strange in hearing a laugh at that moment, especially as Chillingworth was, at that moment, boasting of his knowledge of the ground and the certainty of their meeting no one.

“What is that?” inquired Henry.

“Some one laughing, I think,” said Chillingworth.

“Of that there can be little or no doubt,” said Charles Holland; “and, as people do not usually laugh by themselves so heartily, it may be presumed there are, at least, two.”

“No doubt of it.”

“And, moreover, their purpose cannot be a very good one, at this hour of the night, and of such a night, too.  I think we had better be cautious.”

“Hush!  Follow me silently,” said Henry.

As he spoke, he moved cautiously from the spot where he stood, and, at the same time, he was followed by the whole party, until they came to the hedge which skirted a lane, in which were seated three men.

They had a sort of tent erected, and that was hung upon a part of the hedge which was to windward of them, so that it sheltered them from wind and rain.

Henry and Chillingworth both peeped over the bank, and saw them seated beneath this kind of canopy.  They were shabby, gipsy-looking men, who might be something else—­sheep-stealers, or horse-stealers, in fact, anything, even to beggars.

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