‘I am,’ said Stockdale.  ’But, Lizzy Newberry, I love you, and you know it perfectly well; and you ought to know, if you do not, what I have suffered in my conscience on your account these last few days!’

‘I guess very well,’ she said hurriedly.  ’Yet I don’t see why.  Ah, you are better than I!’

The trotting of the horses seemed to have again died away, and the pair of listeners touched each other’s fingers in the cold ‘Good-night’ of those whom something seriously divided.  They were on the landing, but before they had taken three steps apart, the tramp of the horsemen suddenly revived, almost close to the house.  Lizzy turned to the staircase window, opened the casement about an inch, and put her face close to the aperture.  ’Yes, one of ’em is Latimer,’ she whispered.  ’He always rides a white horse.  One would think it was the last colour for a man in that line.’

Stockdale looked, and saw the white shape of the animal as it passed by; but before the riders had gone another ten yards, Latimer reined in his horse, and said something to his companion which neither Stockdale nor Lizzy could hear.  Its drift was, however, soon made evident, for the other man stopped also; and sharply turning the horses’ heads they cautiously retraced their steps.  When they were again opposite Mrs. Newberry’s garden, Latimer dismounted, and the man on the dark horse did the same.

Lizzy and Stockdale, intently listening and observing the proceedings, naturally put their heads as close as possible to the slit formed by the slightly opened casement; and thus it occurred that at last their cheeks came positively into contact.  They went on listening, as if they did not know of the singular incident which had happened to their faces, and the pressure of each to each rather increased than lessened with the lapse of time.

They could hear the excisemen sniffing the air like hounds as they paced slowly along.  When they reached the spot where the tub had burst, both stopped on the instant.

’Ay, ay, ‘tis quite strong here,’ said the second officer.  ’Shall we knock at the door?’

‘Well, no,’ said Latimer.  ’Maybe this is only a trick to put us off the scent.  They wouldn’t kick up this stink anywhere near their hiding-place.  I have known such things before.’

’Anyhow, the things, or some of ’em, must have been brought this way,’ said the other.

‘Yes,’ said Latimer musingly.  ’Unless ’tis all done to tole us the wrong way.  I have a mind that we go home for to-night without saying a word, and come the first thing in the morning with more hands.  I know they have storages about here, but we can do nothing by this owl’s light.  We will look round the parish and see if everybody is in bed, John; and if all is quiet, we will do as I say.’

They went on, and the two inside the window could hear them passing leisurely through the whole village, the street of which curved round at the bottom and entered the turnpike road at another junction.  This way the excisemen followed, and the amble of their horses died quite away.