11: Found
BY mid-afternoon, when Tyrrell, more anxious than ever now over what might have happened to Cottrill, went out to the front of the house to gaze toward the entrance to the drive, a south-west breeze had driven the fog away, and the rugged landscape was plain to sight in the soft, slight warmth of the late autumn sun. Gees, following his host, saw him gazing toward the tower of Locksborough, and realized that his thoughts were divided between Cottrill and Gyda, fear for the one and longing for the other.
"If only they'd come back!" he said. "She's expecting me."
"They are coming back, now," Gees said.
Tyrrell spun on his heels to face toward the drive entrance. Only one of the three who had set out appeared—Cotton, with a breechloader in the crook of his arm and his dog ploddi
