There won't be no trains running along this line come many a week, and as for trees--why, it's as though some one had been playing ninepins in Squire Fellowes's park.

When the morning do come, for sure there will be things to be seen.

This way, sir.

Be careful of the gate." They staggered along down the lane, climbing once over a tree which lay across the lane and far into the adjoining field.

Soon they were joined by more of the villagers, roused from their beds by rumours of terrible happenings.