ACROSS THE MOOR 27
water on it," said Mary. " It sounds like the sea just now."
" That's the wind blowing through the bushes," Mrs. Medlock said. " It's a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes it<—particularly when the heather's in bloom."
On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed over a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the drive would never come to an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which she was passing on a strip of dry land.
" I don't like it," she said to herself. " I don't like it," and she pinched her thin lips more tightly together.
The horses were climbing up a hilly piece of road when she first caught sight of a light. Mrs. Medlock saw it as soon as she did and drew a long sigh of relief.
" Eh, I am glad to see that bit o' light twinkling," she exclaimed. " It's the light in the lodge window. We shall get a good cup of tea after a bit, at all events."
It was " after a bit," as she said, for when the