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He knew, too, that he would be safe if he could reach the down with the lamp on it. This came as he expected: he saw the one light a mile ahead along the beach, dismounted, turned to the right, walked quietly over to the brushwood pile, found the little steamer had returned to the beach whence he had unmoored it, and—must have fallen asleep, for he could remember no more. HE KNEW TOO THAT HE WOULD BE SAFE IF HE COULD REACH THE DOWN WITH THE LAMP ON IT THIS CAME AS HE EXPECTED HE SAW THE ONE LIGHT A MILE AHEAD ALONG THE BEACH DISMOUNTED TURNED TO THE RIGHT WALKED QUIETLY OVER TO THE BRUSHWOOD PILE FOUND THE LITTLE STEAMER HAD RETURNED TO THE BEACH WHENCE HE HAD UNMOORED IT AND MUST HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP FOR HE COULD REMEMBER NO MORE
t person for whom he had come to the Lily Lock (that was its name) ran up across unexplored territories, and showed him away. They fled hand in hand till they reached a road that spanned ravines, and ran along the edge of precipices, and was tunnelled through mountains. “This goes to our brushwood-pile,” said his companion; and all his trouble was at an end. He took a pony, because he understood that this was the Thirty-Mile-Ride and he must ride swiftly, and raced through the clattering tunnels and round the curves, always downhill, till he heard the sea to his left, and saw it raging under a full moon, against sandy cliffs. It was heavy going, but he recognised the nature of the country, the dark-purple downs inland, and the bents that whistled in the wind. The road was eaten away in places, and the sea lashed at him—black, foamless tongues of smooth and glossy rollers; but he was sure that there was less danger from the sea than from “Them,” whoever “They” were, inland to his right.  RULES OF BACK MAKING THEN THAT PERSON FOR WHOM HE HAD COME TO THE LILY LOCK THAT WAS ITS NAME RAN UP ACROSS UNEXPLORED TERRITORIES AND SHOWED HIM THE WAY THEY FLED HAND IN HAND TILL THEY REACHED A ROAD THAT SPANNED RAVINES AND RAN ALONG THE EDGE OF PRECIPICES AND WAS TUNNELLED THROUGH MOUNTAINS THIS GOES TO OUR BRUSHWOOD PILE SAID HIS COMPANION AND ALL HIS TROUBLE WAS AT AN END HE TOOK A PONY BECAUSE HE UNDERSTOOD THAT THIS WAS THE THIRTY MILE RIDE AND HE MUST RIDE SWIFTLY AND RACE THROUGH THE CLATTERING TUNNELS AND ROUND THE CURVES ALWAYS DOWN HILL TILL HE HEARD THE SEA TWIST LEFT AND SAW IT RAGING UNDER A FULL MOON AGAINST SANDY CLIFFS IT WAS HEAVY GOING BUT HE RECOGNIZED THE NATURE OF THE COUNTRY THE DARK PURPLE DOWNS IN LAND AND THE BENTS THAT WHISTLED IN THE WIND THE ROAD WAS EATEN AWAY IN PLACES AND THE SEA LASHED AT HIM BLACK FOAMLESS TONGUES OF SMOOTH AND GLOSSY ROLLERS BUT HE WAS SURE THAT THERE WAS LESS DANGER FROM THE SEA THAN FROM THEM WHOEVER THEY WERE INLAND TO HIS RIGHT
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