Were they lit at all?
If not, heaven knew what might happen or had happened already.
He had thought of this before, of course, had vaguely realized that he was betraying his trust, but then he had not cared.

The Lights, his position as keeper, everything, were side issues compared with the one thing to be done, the getting to Denboro.

He had reached Denboro and found his journey all a mistake; his wife and Bennie D.had not, apparently, visited that village; perhaps had not even started for it.
Therefore, in a measure relieved, he thought of other things.

He was many miles from his post of duty, and now his sole idea was to get back to it.
At ten o'clock Mrs.Hepsibah Deacon, a widow living in a little house in the woods on the top of the hill on the Denboro side of Eastboro Back Harbor, with no neighbors for a mile in either direction, was awakened by shouts under her bedroom window.

Opening that window she thrust forth her head.
"Who is it ?" she demanded quaveringly.