"Where are you?" asked the unknown.
"Here," said Mike.
"Where is here?"
"By the furze-bush."
"Where is the furze-bush?"
It was difficult to explain, and the voice grew fainter. Then it seemed to come from a different side.
Mike shouted again and again, and at last a horseman loomed like a nightmare out of the dark. It was Parker, Lady Edith's groom.
"Oh, Parker, how did you miss me? I have been awfully frightened; I don't know what I should have done if I had not met Mr. Fletcher."
"I was coming round that barn, my lady; you set off at a trot, my lady, and a cloud of fog came between us."
"Yes, yes; but do you know the way home?"