"I'm afraid they might," said I.
CHAPTER III
WHEN IT WAS DARK
Daphne pointed suddenly to the stile. "This is it," she said. "We get over here and go across the meadow, and there's the wood beyond the gate that we've got to—to—what's the word?"
"Encompass?" I hazarded.
"Skirt?" said Jonah.
"Skirt—thank you—till we come upon the carttrack."
"And then?" said I.
"Then we're all right," she said defiantly.