When she at last emerged into an opening, we saw, looming dimly through the storm and the fast-gathering dusk, a large, weathered barn, with its great doors standing open.
"Well, let her go, confound her!" Addison exclaimed, panting.
Quite out of breath, we gave up the chase and fell behind.

Old Peg never stopped until she was inside that barn.

When we caught up with the rout, she had her flock about her on the barn floor.
"Perhaps it's just as well to let them stay overnight here," Addison said after we had looked round.
Thirty or forty yards farther along the road stood a low, dark house, with the door hanging awry and half the glass in the two front windows broken.

Evidently it was a deserted farm.

From appearances, no one had lived there for years.