“Yes. The road continues on the other side and there we will be met. He will stay by the car.”
“How far on the other side will we be met?”
“He does not know.”
“That advice about comfortable shoes should have warned me. Well, I suppose that now we’re here we may as well go through with it.”
“As you wish.”
The bed of the stream was dry and they were able to pick their way over the stones and between the boulders without much trouble. Clambering up on the far side, however, was less easy, as the gully was deeper there. The night was warm and George’s shirt was clinging stickily to his body by the time he had helped Miss Kolin up to the road.
They stood for a moment getting their breath and looking back. The old man waved and went back to his car.
“How long do you think it would take us to walk back to Florina from here, Miss Kolin?” George asked.
“I think he will wait. He has not been paid yet.”
“ I didn’t hire him.”