Charles Ross Jackson, Quintus Oakes: A Detective Story
“ I thought the trees intervened in our line of vision at such times, but Oakes explained: "He is waiting and signalling with a dark lantern; see how the light is shut off at will. He is surely within a hut of some kind; I can see the outlines occasionally.""What can he be up to?" I whispered. "He is [Pg 226] at least a mile from the Mansion, and nearly as much from the road.""That light is a guide," said Oakes. "His confederate cannot find the hut without it; the forest is too dense." ”
