ABSTRACT
The labourer was the only person among us who had any knowledge of the way; and as it lay through the wood, and was a dark night, he more than once missed his path, and involved us in thickets. In consequence of such delays, we took a considerable time to reach young Flindal’s house, though it was not very distant; and after we were there, our guide was not certain which way the old barn lay. I was exasperated beyond measure, and began to fear that the labourer himself was connected with the ruffians; in which case I was certain, I thought, to be disposed of in the summary manner that had been counselled in the vault.
