CHAPTER XII

TELLETH OF A BARN AND TERRORS BY NIGHT Night found them in a country wild and desolate, an interminable grassy slope, void of sheltering bush or tree, where a riotous wind buffeted them and a driving rain lashed them out of a blusterous dark in gusts so fierce that they paused of one accord and turned from this vicious blast to get their breath. "Oh," gasped Eve, shrinking before the rush of wind and rain, "oh, this is--most dreadful, John!" "Highly unpleasant!" he agreed. "This rain will quite ruin my poor clothes…