"Ride quietly up the hill," I said; "make no noise, if you can help it."
But the horses could not help making a noise, and the click of their ironed hoofs rang out plainly.
"There, they've got horses. Fetch out ours, quick!"
"Which way are they going?"
"Towards Carnanton Woods. Make haste."
Rapidly we rode up the hill toward Mawgan Cross, where there are four crossways.
"Naomi," I said, "shall I take you to Trevose, or shall I take you to a place of safety, many miles from here?"
"She mustn't go to Trevause," grunted Eli.
"Why?"