“Aye, that they have, Master Ashbrook,” returned the soldier. “But tell us, neighbour, what you can about this night’s business.” “You shall know all I know,” answered the farmer; who thereupon put the soldier in possession of all the facts with which the reader is already acquainted. When he had finished, the soldier said, “I’ll be bound for it that the body of the dead or wounded man is not very far from here.” “You think not?” “Ah! that I do. We came up so soon that they’d have no time to get far away with that load upon their backs; and most likely they’ve been forced to hide it in a slovenly way.” CHAPTER II. CAPTURE OF THE BRISTOL BADGER――MURDER WILL OUT――CHASE AFTER CHARLES PEACE――HIS MYSTERIOUS ESCAPE. The sudden disappearance of Charles Peace and his two companions upon the arrival of the villagers excited surprise in the minds of all who had assembled at the farmhouse. The police officer did not choose to commit himself by any expression of opinion. He was not a man given to loquacity where silence was requisite. He did not, however, attempt to deny the assertion made by soldier Jarvis――namely, that the robbers were not far off. Enjoining the villagers to stay where they were and to carefully avoid treading over more ground than was absolutely necessary, the young soldier accompanied Mr. Ashbrook to the kitchen window, where the entrance had been forced by removing the glass with a diamond――or “starring the glaze,” as it is termed in the burglar’s phraseology――and after this had been done panelling the shutter. It was this last process that aroused Jane Ryan to a sense of danger. Jarvis carefully examined the ground beneath the window, and pointed to some footprints in the wet earth which led towards the straw yard. In one place they were so plain that every nail in the soles could be distinguished. “They are the impressions of a strange foot――that’s certain sure,” observed Ashbrook. “We are on the trail of one of them,” returned Jarvis. “I dare say they thought they could do as they liked among yokels, but we’ve got the trail and I mean to keep it.” The speaker walked slowly across the yard, following the tracks with his eye as a bloodhound would have followed them with his nose. “They’re in this barn, Master Ashbrook,” he said, stopping before one of the doors. “No, they baint, though, they’re come out agen and gone along the wall. But they’ve left their dead mate behind ’em. See how different their track is now; they tramples quite close alongside of each other, while afore they carried the body from shoulder to shoulder, and so were forced to walk one behind and a little way apart.” The villagers gave a murmur of astonishment. “Ah, he knows how many blue beans make five,” said the carter, as he took out the peg by which the folding doors were kept dosed. “I don’t feel quite so sure about the footsteps,” remarked the policeman; “they don’t appear to me to tally with the others.”