‘There is the road,’ said Reginald. ‘How do you propose to get into it?’
‘There was a gap here last summer,’ said the boy.
‘Very likely! Come back; try the next field; it must have a gate somewhere.’
Back they went, after seeing the carrier’s cart from Raynham pass by.
‘Redgie, it must be half-past five! We shall never be in time. Aunt Rotherwood coming too!’
After a desperate plunge through a swamp of ice, water, and mud, they found themselves at a gate, and safely entered the turnpike road.
‘How it rains!’ said Lily. ‘One comfort is that it is too dark for any one to see us.’
‘Not very dark, either,’ said Reginald; ‘I believe there is a moon if one could see it. Ha! here comes some one on horseback. It is a gray horse; it is William.’
‘Come to look for us,’ said Lily. ‘Oh, Redgie!’
‘Coming home from Raynham,’ said Reginald. ‘Do not fancy yourself so important, Lily. William, is that you?’