'Is this the way to Ashford?' said the voice of a man. 'Ashford's thirteen miles off,' said Oswald. 'You get on to the Dover road.' 'I don't want to get on the Dover road,' said the voice; 'I've had enough of Dover.' A thrill ran through every heart. We all told each other so afterwards. 'Well,' said Dicky, 'Ashford's thirteen miles----' 'Anybody but you in the house?' 'Say we've got men and dogs and guns,' whispered Dora. 'There are six of us,' said Oswald, 'all armed to the teeth.' The stranger laughed. 'I'm not a burglar,' he said; 'I've lost my way, that's all. I thought I should have got to Ashford before dusk, but I missed the way. I've been wandering all over these marshes ever since, in the rain. I expect they're out after me now, but I'm dead beat. I can't go on. Won't you let me in? I can sit by the kitchen fire.' Oswald drew his head back through the window, and a hasty council took place on the landing. 'It _is_,' said Alice. 'You heard what he said about Dover, and their being out after him?' 'I say, you might let a chap in,' said the voice outside. 'I'm perfectly respectable. Upon my word I am.' 'I wish he hadn't said that,' whispered Dora. [** ']Such a dreadful story! And we didn't even ask him if he was.' 'He sounds very tired,' said Alice. 'And wet,' said Oswald. 'I heard the water squelching in his boots.' 'What'll happen if we don't let him in?' said Dicky. 'He'll be caught and taken back, like the soldiers,' said Oswald. 'Look here, I'm going to chance it. You others can lock yourselves into your rooms if you're frightened.' Then Oswald put his brave young head out of the window, and the rain dripped on to the back of his bold young neck off the roof, like a watering-pot on to a beautiful flower, and he said: 'There's a porch to the side door. Just scoot round there and shelter, and I'll come down in half a sec.' A resolve made in early youth never to face midnight encounters without boots was the cause of this delay. Oswald and Dicky got into their boots and jackets, and told the girls to go back to bed. Then we went down and opened the front-door. The stranger had heard the bolts go, and he was outside waiting. We held the door open politely, and he stepped in and began at once to drip heavily on the doormat. We shut the door. He looked wildly round. 'Be calm! You are safe,' said Oswald. 'Thanks,' said the stranger; 'I see I am.'