“No, you dear.  I must rid you of these things.  I see that you are bigoted.  The Doones are firing Dunkery beacon, to celebrate their new captain.”

“But how could they bring it here through the snow?  If they have sledges, I can do nothing.”

“They brought it before the snow began.  The moment poor grandfather was gone, even before his funeral, the young men, having none to check them, began at once upon it.  They had always borne a grudge against it; not that it ever did them harm; but because it seemed so insolent.  ’Can’t a gentleman go home, without a smoke behind him?’ I have often heard them saying.  And though they have done it no serious harm, since they threw the firemen on the fire, many, many years ago, they have often promised to bring it here for their candle; and now they have done it.  Ah, now look!  The tar is kindled.”

Though Lorna took it so in joke, I looked upon it very gravely, knowing that this heavy outrage to the feelings of the neighbourhood would cause more stir than a hundred sheep stolen, or a score of houses sacked.  Not of course that the beacon was of the smallest use to any one, neither stopped anybody from stealing, nay, rather it was like the parish knell, which begins when all is over, and depresses all the survivors; yet I knew that we valued it, and were proud, and spoke of it as a mighty institution; and even more than that, our vestry had voted, within the last two years, seven shillings and six-pence to pay for it, in proportion with other parishes.  And one of the men who attended to it, or at least who was paid for doing so, was our Jem Slocombe’s grandfather.

However, in spite of all my regrets, the fire went up very merrily, blazing red and white and yellow, as it leaped on different things.  And the light danced on the snow-drifts with a misty lilac hue.  I was astonished at its burning in such mighty depths of snow; but Gwenny said that the wicked men had been three days hard at work, clearing, as it were, a cock-pit, for their fire to have its way.  And now they had a mighty pile, which must have covered five land-yards square, heaped up to a goodly height, and eager to take fire.

In this I saw great obstacle to what I wished to manage.  For when this pyramid should be kindled thoroughly, and pouring light and blazes round, would not all the valley be like a white room full of candles?  Thinking thus, I was half inclined to abide my time for another night:  and then my second thoughts convinced me that I would be a fool in this.  For lo, what an opportunity!  All the Doones would be drunk, of course, in about three hours’ time, and getting more and more in drink as the night went on.  As for the fire, it must sink in about three hours or more, and only cast uncertain shadows friendly to my purpose.  And then the outlaws must cower round it, as the cold increased on them, helping the weight of the liquor; and in their jollity any noise would be cheered as a false alarm.  Most of all, and which decided once for all my action,—­when these wild and reckless villains should be hot with ardent spirits, what was door, or wall, to stand betwixt them and my Lorna?