![]() Kane shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. ![]() You had better return to the village and continue your journey in the morning, sir.” “Because of the quagmires, sir, that you might not see in the dark. “Then the moor road must be haunted by Satan himself, for your townsmen warned me against traversing the other.” “Yes, sir, 'tis far safer,” the youngster answered to his surprised exclamation. ![]() He was a tall, gaunt man, Solomon Kane, his darkly pallid face and deep brooding eyes made more sombre by the drab Puritanical garb he affected. “The swamp road!” Kane stared at the boy. It was a dangerous and tedious trail so Solomon Kane halted in amazement when a breathless youth from the village he had just left overtook him and implored him for God's sake to take the swamp road. One, the shorter and more direct route, leads across a barren upland moor, and the other, which is much longer, winds its tortuous way in and out among the hummocks and quagmires of the swamps, skirting the low hills to the east.
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