“Eleven o’clock,” said Harris, remembering with a shudder.

“⁠—I saw you drop. I watched over you till you recovered consciousness of your own accord, and now⁠—now I am here to guide you safely back to the inn. I have broken the spell⁠—the glamour⁠—”

“I owe you a great deal, sir,” interrupted Harris again, beginning to understand something of the stranger’s kindness, “but I don’t understand it all. I feel dazed and shaken.” His teeth still chattered, and spells of violent shivering passed over him from head to foot. He found that he was clinging to the other’s arm. In this way they passed beyond the deserted and crumbling village and gained the high road that led homewards through the forest.