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He turned sharply, and peering, saw a small, hunched-up figure sitting a couple of yards off in the shadow of the enclosure. "Have ye any news?" asked the high-pitched wheezy voice of a very old man. Graham hesitated. "None," he said. "I stay here till the lights come again," said the old man. "These blue scoundrels are everywhere everywhere." Graham's answer was inarticulate assent.
Billy Louise stared doubtfully at the place, leaning and peering over the rim. "What d'ye think? Reckon we can make it?" Blue had caught sight of the moving specks far down next the river and up the stream half a mile or more. He was a cow-horse to the bone. He knew those far-off specks for cattle, and he knew that his lady would like a closer look at them.
It was shortly after this, that as I was standing in the main rigging peering out over the smooth blue surface of the sea, a white twinkling point of light suddenly caught my eye about a couple of miles off on the port bow, which a telescope soon resolved into a solitary isle of ice, dancing and dipping in the sunlight.
"Nevertheless," insisted Parton, "Carleton Barker for ten minutes previous to your waking was peering in at me through that window there, and in his glance was that same malignant, hateful quality that so set me against him to-day and another thing, Bob," added Parton, stopping his nervous walk for a moment and shaking his finger impressively at me "another thing which I did not tell you before because I thought it would fill you with that same awful dread that has come to me since meeting Barker the blood from that man's arm, the blood that stained his shirt-sleeve crimson, that besmeared his clothes, spurted out upon my cuff and coat-sleeve when I strove to stanch its flow!"
You could see her big pink cheeks and her scarlet mouth and her eyes sliding and peering. Poor pretty, naughty Nannie. Nannie smiled when she met you on the Green, as if she trusted you not to tell how you saw her after dark slinking about the Back Lane waiting for young Horn to come out to her. The door opened. Nannie slid away. It was only Mamma.
Anna cautiously unclosed the door, peering forth anxiously to see whether those who came were friends or foes. "It is my Lord Lycidas!" she joyfully exclaimed, as the horseman who rode in front drew his rein at the door.
But Foster-father, grave and silent, would not give up hope. Every foot of the ravine must be searched, first downwards, as, had the child really fallen into the stream it must have been carried with it. Then as a last forlorn hope upwards. So, peering down carefully from either side, they traced the ravine till, gradually becoming shallower, less steep, it merged into the grassy valley.
And in a trice he was off, as Sally supposed, on his mission. She had listened, with chattering teeth, to all that had been said. "Oh, goodness gracious! Mr. Lamont," she asked, "why are you peering out of the coach window? Do you see or hear anybody?" He did not attempt to take her hand or talk sentimental nonsense to her now. That was not part of the business he had before him.
The boy ran up the ramp. The old man, handling his musket, was peering through the Northward loop-hole. "What is it?" "Summat up yonder, sir." The boy raced up the ladder. The Parson was at the dormer looking towards the Downs, shimmering now in the fair evening. "What's the meaning of this?" he said, pointing.
For a few seconds he stood bending over the balustrade and peering down into the black seething well of darkness. Then he took out the key and returned to the room, locking himself in as he did so. The thing was still seated in the chair, straining over the table with bowed head, and humped back, and long fantastic arms.
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