"Then Rosthwaite is two miles further?"
"Not quite two miles; it's a glorious walk!"
"Is there any fear of my losing my way?"
"No; it's quite impossible. Keep straight along the road, and it will take you there."
"Thank you very much. I am most grateful to you for the help you have given me," said the Captain. "May I ask the name of my kind friend?"
"Verner—Louis Verner. My father, Colonel Verner, came to live here ten years ago. And now perhaps you will tell me your name."
"Fortescue. I'm very glad we have met; it has made the last part of my journey very pleasant. Do I get out here?"
"No; wait till we get to the bridge. Why, I do believe that's Marjorie coming across now! Lucky for you if it is; she'll show you the way. Hurry up, Stephens, and we'll catch her before she turns the corner!"
They drove quickly on, and Louis Verner called out to the girl who was nearing the end of the long bridge—
"Marjorie! I say, Marjorie!"