The last three miles were done as quickly as any part of the journey, and the lawyer rejoiced to find himself before the white gate that led up to Hawker's house.
It was not long before they drew up to the door.

The storm seemed worse than ever.

There was a light in the kitchen, and when Hawker had halloed once or twice, a young man ran out to take the horse.
"Is that you, my boy ?" said Hawker.

"Rub the horse down, and come in to get something.

This ain't a night fit for a dog to be out in; is it ?" "No, indeed, sir," said the man.