She looked at me keenly.
"Advise me," she said presently.
"There will be no sound of horses' hoofs across the moors," I said. "That fact cuts two ways, but it would give us the advantage at the start."
"We will go across the moors," she said in a more friendly way, although her voice was anxious, as indeed it might well be.
Accordingly we rode across the bridge which leads into the little town of Wadebridge, and then went some distance on the Padstow road, until we came to a little lane which led to the moors. We had gone perhaps a mile across a dreary tract of land, when she spoke again.
"There be no bogs, no dangerous places here?" she asked.
"I never heard of any," I replied.
"And you think we are away from danger?"
"I think we are less likely to be followed than if we had taken the main way. In my opinion it would be best for us to find some place of rest as soon as daylight comes."
"Why?"