The road on which they had entered was very lonely. Scarcely a house was passed, and the neighborhood seemed quite uninhabited.
"I don't remember this road," said Harry, anxiously.
"Are you sure we are right?"
"Yes, yes, we are right. Don't trouble yourself."
"It's a lonely road."
"So it is. I don't suppose there's anybody lives within half a mile."
"The road didn't seem so lonely when I came over it this afternoon."
"Oh, that's the effect of sunshine. Nothing seems lonely in the daytime. Turn down that lane."
"What for?" asked Harry, in surprise. "That can't be the road to Pentland."
"Never mind that. Turn, I tell you."