“There’s no sun—and the wind can’t tell us much; besides, if I knew the points of the compass it wouldn’t be a bit of use. I believe there’s a road down over there; let’s make for it—roads generally lead somewhere.”
They made in the direction he had pointed out.
“What are you laughing at?” asked Mr Fanshawe.
“I was thinking of what Mr Boxall said at breakfast.”
“What was that?”
“He said he would come with us if he wouldn’t be in the way.”
“Poor old Boxall! Oh, by-the-bye, that reminds me——”
“What?”
“I don’t know why Boxall should have reminded me, but—I say, you’ll promise not to split if I tell you something?”
“Yes—go on.”