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fork, like a mast-headed seaman, there stood a man in a green tabard,
spying far and wide. The sun glistened upon his hair; with one hand he
shaded his eyes to look abroad, and he kept slowly rolling his head from
side to side, with the regularity of a machine.
The lads exchanged glances.
"Let us try to the left," said Dick. "We had near fallen foully, Jack."
Ten minutes afterwards they struck into a beaten path.
"Here is a piece of forest that I know not," Dick remarked. "Where goeth
me this track?"
"Let us even try," said Matcham.
A few yards further, the path came to the top of a ridge and began to go
down abruptly into a cup-shaped hollow. At the foot, out of a thick wood
of flowering hawthorn, two or three roofless gables, blackened as if by
fire, and a single tall chimney marked the ruins of a house.
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What may this be?" whispered Matcham.
Nay, by the mass, I know not," answered Dick. "I am all at sea. Let us
go warily."
With beating hearts, they descended through the hawthorns. Here and
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