Walk carefully through the bushes
at the base of the crag. Near unto a sharp angle of the rock thy path
will be stayed by a fallen tree. Grasp this with both hands, and whistle
thrice. I know thou canst be trusty and discreet. Yet remember thy life
is in my power shouldst thou fail." She paused, pointing significantly
at the billet. "Now hasten. Bring back, and to me only, what shall be
committed to thy care. I will expect thee at my window by midnight."
Now it so happened that this precise spot was identified to Gregory's
apprehensions with the very place where his attention had that night
been directed by the mysterious disappearance of the grey man of the
mine. He would certainly have preferred making his second visit by
daylight; but needs must when a woman drives, especially when that woman
is a mistress, and gold is the goad. Besides he might perchance get a
glimpse of the treasure; and his pockets were wide and his gripe close.
Thus stimulated to the adventure, he addressed himself to perform her
behest.
The night was singularly clear, and the shadows lay on his path, still
and beautifully distinct.
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