It was a timely hint, and it did not take me long to act upon it. A few cautious steps and I had passed unobserved beyond the circle of light. Then I set off running, falling and rising and falling again, for no one who has not tried it can tell how hard it is to run over uneven ground with hands which are fastened together. I ran and ran, until for want of breath I could no longer put one foot before the other. But I need not have hurried so, for when I had gone a long way I stopped at last to breathe, and, looking back, I could still see the gleam of the lantern far away, and the outline of the seamen who squatted round it. Then at last this single point of light went suddenly out, and the whole great moor was left in the thickest darkness. So deftly was I tied, that it took me a long half-hour and a broken tooth before I got my hands free. My idea was to make my way across to the Purcells’ farm, but north was the same as south under that pitchy sky, and for hours I wandered among the rustling, scuttling sheep without any certainty as to where I was going. When at last there came a glimmer in the east, and the undulating fells, grey with the morning mist, rolled once more to the horizon, I recognized that I was close by Purcell’s farm, and there a little in front of me I was startled to see another man walking in the same direction. At first I approached him warily, but before I overtook him I knew by the bent back and tottering step that it was Enoch, the old servant, and right glad I was to see that he was living. He had been knocked down, beaten, and his cloak and hat taken away by these ruffians, and all night he had wandered in the darkness, like myself, in search of help. He burst into tears when I told him of his master’s death, and sat hiccoughing with the hard, dry sobs of an old man among the stones upon the moor. “It’s the men of the _Black Mogul_,” he said. “Yes, yes, I knew that they would be the end of ’im.” “Who are they?” I asked. “Well, well, you are one of ’is own folk,” said he. “’E ’as passed away; yes, yes, it is all over and done. I can tell you about it, no man better, but mum’s the word with old Enoch unless master wants ’im to speak. But his own nephew who came to ’elp ’im in the hour of need—yes, yes, Mister John, you ought to know. “It was like this, sir. Your uncle ’ad ’is grocer’s business at Stepney, but ’e ’ad another business also. ’e would buy as well as sell, and when ’e bought ’e never asked no questions where the stuff came from. Why should ’e? It wasn’t no business of ’is, was it? If folk brought him a stone or a silver plate, what was it to ’im where they got it? That’s good sense, and it ought to be good law, as I ’old. Any’ow, it was good enough for us at Stepney.