It was by this time growing somewhat late. The gig, according to order, was brought round to the door with both lamps brightly shining, and the young men had to pay their bill and take the road.They announced that they were bound for Peebles, and drove in that direction till they were clear of the last houses of the town;then, extinguishing the lamps, returned upon their course, and followed a by-road toward Glencorse.There was no sound but that of their own passage, and the incessant, strident pouring of the rain.It was pitch dark;here and there a white gate or a white stone in the wall guided them for a short space across the night;but for the most part it was at a foot pace, and almost groping, that they picked their way through that resonant blackness to their solemn and isolated destination.In the sunken woods that traverse the neighbourhood of the burying-ground the last glimmer failed them, and it became necessary to kindle a match and re-illumine one of the lanterns of the gig.Thus, under the dripping trees, and environed by huge and moving shadows, they reached the scene of their unhallowed labours.
They were both experienced in such affairs, and powerful with the spade;and they had scarce been twenty minutes at their task before they were rewarded by a dull rattle on the coffin lid. At the same moment Macfarlane, having hurt his hand upon a stone, flung it carelessly above his head.The grave, in which they now stood almost to the shoulders, was close to the edge of the plateau of the graveyard;and the gig lamp had been propped, the better to illuminate their labours, against a tree, and on the immediate verge of the steep bank descending to the stream.Chance had taken a sure aim with the stone.Then came a clang of broken glass;night fell upon them;sounds alternately dull and ringing announced the bounding of the lantern down the bank, and its occasional collision with the trees.A stone or two, which it had dislodged in its descent, rattled behind it into the profundities of the glen;and then silence, like night, resumed its sway;and they might bend their hearing to its utmost pitch, but naught was to be heard except the rain, now marching to the wind, now steadily falling over miles of open country.