flew, throwing up huge masses of black smoke, and casting a peculiar reflection around. Not a sound was heard save the hissing and roaring of the flames, which seemed like the approaching of a furious whirlwind.
At length there was nothing to be seen but the blackened mass; it was enveloped in one huge flame, that threw out a great heat, so much so, that those nearest to it felt induced to retire from before it.
"I reckon," said one, "that he's pretty well done by this time--he's had a warm berth of it up there."
"Yes," said another, "farmer Walkings's sheep he roasted whole at last harvest-home hadn't such a fire as this, I'll warrant; there's no such fire in the county--why, it would prevent a frost, I do believe it would."
"So it would, neighbour," answered another.
"Yes," replied a third, "but you'd want such a one corner of each field though."
* * * * *
There was much talk and joking going on among the men who stood around, in the midst of which, however, they were disturbed by a loud shout, and upon looking in the quarter whence it came, they saw stealing from among the ruins, the form of a man.
He was a strange, odd looking man, and at the time it was very doubtful among the mob as to whom it was--nobody could tell, and more than one looked at the burning pile, and then at the man who seemed to be so mysteriously present, as if they almost imagined that the body had got away.
"Who is it?" exclaimed one.
"Danged if I knows," said another, looking very hard, and very white at the same time;--"I hope it ain't the chap what we've burned here jist now."
"No," said the female, "that you may be sure of, for he's had a stake through his body, and as you said, he can never get over that, for as the stake is consumed, so are his vitals, and that's a sure sign he's done for."
"Yes, yes, she's right--a vampyre may live upon blood, but cannot do without his inside."
This was so obvious to them all, that it was at once conceded, and a general impression pervaded the mob that it might be Sir Francis Varney: a shout ensued.
"Hurrah!--After him--there's a vampyre--there he goes!--after him--catch him--burn him!"
And a variety of other exclamations were uttered, at the same time; the victim of popular wrath seemed to be aware that he was now discovered, and made off with all possible expedition, towards some wood.
Away went the mob in pursuit, hooting and hallooing like demons, and denouncing the unfortunate being with all the terrors that could be imagined, and which naturally added greater speed to the unfortunate man.
However, some among the mob, seeing that there was every probability of the stranger's escaping at a mere match of speed, brought a little cunning to bear upon matter, and took a circuit round, and thus intercepted him.
This was not accomplished without a desperate effort, and by the best runners, who thus reached the spot he made for, before he could get there.
When the stranger saw himself thus intercepted, he endeavoured to fly in a different direction; but was soon secured by the mob, who made somewhat free with his person, and commenced knocking him about.
"Have mercy on me," said the stranger. "What do you want? I am not rich; but take all I have."
"What do you do here?" inquired twenty voices. "Come, tell us that--what do you do here, and who are you?"
"A stranger, quite a stranger to these parts."
"Oh, yes! he's a stranger; but that's all the worse for him--he's a vampyre--there's no doubt about that."
"Good God," said the man, "I am a living and breathing man like yourselves. I have done no wrong, and injured no man--be merciful unto me; I intend no harm."
"Of course not; send him to the fire--take him back to the ruins--to the fire."
"Ay, and run a stake through his body, and then he's safe for life. I am sure he has something to do with the vampyre; and who knows, if he ain't a vampyre, how soon he may become one?"
"Ah! that's very true; bring him back to the fire, and we'll try the effects of the fire upon his constitution."
"I tell you what, neighbour, it's my opinion, that as one fool makes many, so one vampyre makes many."
"So it does, so it does; there's much truth and reason in that neighbour; I am decidedly of that opinion, too."
"Come along then," cried the