Chapter 28 INSIDE THE LITTLE HOUSE

The two figures amid the rows of the marked garden paused, in the enveloping dusk, and leaned on their hoes, and listened-a low, peevish whistle, like the call of a night-jar, on the plain, came to them. Presently the call repeated itself-three wavering notes-and they shouldered their hoes and moved toward the little house.

The old man emerged f