THE TALE OF THE LOST LAND
CHAPTER 30: THE TRAGEDY OF THE MANOR-HOUSE
 (continued)
We stood there awhile, in the thick darkness and stillness, looking
 toward the red blur in the distance, and trying to make out the
 meaning of a far-away murmur that rose and fell fitfully on the
 night.  Sometimes it swelled up and for a moment seemed less
 remote; but when we were hopefully expecting it to betray its cause
 and nature, it dulled and sank again, carrying its mystery with it.
 We started down the hill in its direction, and the winding road
 plunged us at once into almost solid darkness--darkness that was
 packed and crammed in between two tall forest walls.  We groped
 along down for half a mile, perhaps, that murmur growing more and
 more distinct all the time.  The coming storm threatening more and
 more, with now and then a little shiver of wind, a faint show of
 lightning, and dull grumblings of distant thunder.  I was in the
 lead.  I ran against something--a soft heavy something which gave,
 slightly, to the impulse of my weight; at the same moment the
 lightning glared out, and within a foot of my face was the writhing
 face of a man who was hanging from the limb of a tree!  That is,
 it seemed to be writhing, but it was not.  It was a grewsome sight.
 Straightway there was an ear-splitting explosion of thunder, and
 the bottom of heaven fell out; the rain poured down in a deluge.
 No matter, we must try to cut this man down, on the chance that
 there might be life in him yet, mustn't we?  The lightning came
 quick and sharp now, and the place was alternately noonday and
 midnight.  One moment the man would be hanging before me in an
 intense light, and the next he was blotted out again in the darkness.
 I told the king we must cut him down.  The king at once objected. 
"If he hanged himself, he was willing to lose him property to
 his lord; so let him be.  If others hanged him, belike they had
 the right--let him hang." 
"But--" 
"But me no buts, but even leave him as he is.  And for yet another
 reason.  When the lightning cometh again--there, look abroad." 
Two others hanging, within fifty yards of us! 
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