Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1906-04-29
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Ana suddenly, III a voice that caused 1 the wild fowl to rise in thunder from the Saltinss beneath, Wulf shouted the field-"A Darcy! A Darcy. Meet Darcy, meet deathr'
 Goodwin smiled grlmiy, but answered nothing; only RoSamund said:
 "So, my cousins you would be away, perhaps to return no more and that will part us. But''-and her voice broke somewhat-"s.Ich is tue woman's lot, since men like you ever love the bare sword best of all nor should think well of you were it otherwise. Yet, cousins, l know not why - and she shivered q little-"it comes into my heart that heaven often answers such prayers swiftly. l am afrad-of l know not what. We'll. we must be go- ing, for we Nave nine miles to ride. and the dark is not so far away. But first, my cousins. come with me into this shrine and let us pray St. Peter and St. Chad to guard us.
 Then they turned and entered the old church, one of the first that ever was in Britain, rough built of Roman stone by the very hands of Chad, the Saxon saint, more than 300 years before their day. Here they knelt awhile at the rude altar and prayed, each of them in his or her own fashion, then crossed themselves and rose to seek their horses, which were tied ill the shed hard by.
 Now. there were two roads or rather. tracks, back to the hall at Steeple, one mile or so inland that ran through the village of Bradwell, and the other. the shorter way, along the edge of the Salt ings to the narrow water known as Death creek. at the head of which the traveller to Steeple must strike inland. leaving the priory of Stangate on his right. It was this latter path they chose, since at low tide the going there is good for horses. which even in the summer. that of the inland track was not Also they wished to be at home by supper time lest the old knight Sir Andrew D Arcy. the father of RoSamund and the uncle of the orphan brethren, should grow anxious and perhaps come out to seek them.
 For the half of an hour or more they rode along the edge of the Saltings for the most part in silence that was bro- ken only by the cry of curlew and the lap of the turning tide. No human be- ing did they see, indeed, for this place was very deso:ate and unvisited save now and again by fishermen. At length, just as the sun began to sink, they approached the shore of Death creek, q sheet of tidal water which ran a mile or more inland. growing ever narrower, but was here some 300 yards ill breadth. They were well mounted, all three of them. Indeed, Rosamund's horse, great gray, her fathers gift to her. was famous in that countryside for it's swiftness and power, also be- cause it was so docile that child could ride it, while those of the breth- ren were heavy built but well trained war steeds.
 Now, the ground lay thus: Some sev- enty yards from the shore of Death creek and parallel to it a tongue of land, covered with scrub and a few oaks, ran down into the Saltings. its point ending on their path. beyond which were swamp and the broad river. Between this tongue and the shore of the creek the track wended it's way to the uplands. It was an ancient track Indeed. the reason of it's ex- istence was that here the Romans or some other long dead hands had built q narrow mole or quay of rough stone forty or fifty yards in length out into