Engaged in conversation, they drove along until they heard the sound of carriage-wheels in front of them; and presently, through the darkness, they discerned the carriage.
"Hold the horse, Tom," said Garden. "That carriage seems to be going the same road as we are, and I want to be certain that we are going right."
"We are going quite right, sir. I could take you blindfold, I believe."
"I dare say, Tom," said Garden, jumping down from the dog-cart; "but I am a self-willed fellow, and I would not make a mistake to-night for all the gold in the world. We have plenty of time, have we not?"
"Plenty, sir."
"Stop here, then. I will rejoin you presently."
He ran and called after the carriage; and the coachman, obeying instructions from some one inside, pulled up. In a breathless state, Garden presented himself at the carriage door.
"Are you all right and comfortable?" he gasped.
"Yes, Dick," replied Fred. "And you?"
"Everything is going on splendidly," said Garden. "A bright night, Mrs. Lethbridge, isn't it?"