CHAPTER 14
The passage was only a dozen yards long or so, and Broch reined the cobs to a halt as soon as the tailgate of the wagon emerged. The horses’ hooves clopped on a wooden floor and George blinked as he peered into dimness. They had come out into some sort of barn, he realized, and he sneezed at a strong scent of raw tobacco.
Light penetrated the gaps in the vertical wall planking. As his eyes adjusted, he looked down and saw the mark engraved on the floor, just where the front wheel touched it. The wagon sat at the near right corner, with a bit of clearance along the wall to the right. The muzzles of the horses stopped just short of a transverse aisle running from right to left, and across from that were several loose boxes for horse stalls, all now empty.
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