For the present," she said.

They entered the yard. The light of the great stable-lantern brought
them back from the land of dreams.

They cleared their throats and trod the cobbles aggressively.

She went toward the ladder. He turned off for the house.

"What time d'you take the hill?" he called.

"Six sharp."

"Right."

"Shall you be there?"

She spoke from the door of the loft, at the top of the ladder.

"Might," he said, and was gone.

CHAPTER XLI

The Spider's Web

It was Monkey Brand's cause of complaint against the young man that he
was too simple; but if his suspicions were difficult to rouse, once
roused they were not easily appeased.

He was up and away next morning before even Boy and Albert were about.

Dressed in a sweater and gray flannel trousers, he swung up the hill. As
he reached the summit he looked back and saw the brown horse and his
attendant beginning the ascent.

Swiftly he walked along the gallop, his eyes everywhere, suspecting he
knew not what. The gorse grew close and dark on either side the naked
course. He watched it closely as he went, and the occasional shrill
spurt of a bird betrayed movement in the covert--it might be of a
weasel, a fox, or a man.

The morning was chill and misty, the turf sodden and shining. At one
spot the gorse marched in close-ranked upon the green until only a
passage of some thirty yards was left. As he walked down the narrow way
something flashed at his feet, and caught him smartly across the shin.
He tripped and fell.

A wire was stretched across the gallop some four inches above the
ground. It was taut and stout, and shone like a gossamer in the mist. He
rose and followed it. It ran right athwart the course and lost itself in
the gorse on either side. Silver searched and found the wire was bound
about two wooden pegs that had been hammered into the earth.

The pegs were so fast that his fall against the wire had not shifted
them.

He looked back along the way he had come.

The horse had not yet made his appearance on the brow.

Bending over a peg, and bowing his back, the young man heaved, twisted,
and lurched. It took him all his time to uproot it, but he did so at
last.

Then he glanced up.

Four-Pound-the-Second had topped the brow half a mile away.

Silver took the peg and began to roll up the wire leisurely. As he did
so he was aware of a man standing in the gorse on the other side of the
gallop watching him. Silver