At the entry of the track he took off
his coat and wrapped the lantern in it, though just there its light
would have been most useful, or so I thought. But he led the way
easily, and I followed with scarce a stumble. "We shall not need
it," he said; "for see, there they are!" pointing to a small light
that moved on the sands below us. "But who are they?" I asked.
He strode down ahead of me, making swiftly for the light, and coming
upon them in the noise of the gale we surprised a man and a woman,
who at first cowered before us and then would have cast down their
light and run. But my companion, unwrapping the lantern, held it
high and so that the light shone on their faces. They were John
Magor and his wife Grace.
'Then I, remembering what cry of shipwrecked souls had reached to my
library in the Vicarage, and well guessing what work these wretches
had been at, lifted my voice to accuse them. But the young man Luke
stepped between us, and said he to them gently, "Come, and I will
show what you seek." He went before us for maybe two hundred yards
to the northern end of the beach, they behind him quaking, and I
shepherding them in my righteous wrath.
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