"You are not. If you upset the car you may be killed too," said Jane.
He hesitated; she might be right, there were several roads in the Park. He wanted to get away as quickly as possible. He had no head lights; it was safer.
"Which way ought I to go?" he asked.
"More to the left."
Jane knew the ground well; she could find her way in the dark almost as certainly as her father. The car was nearing the road leading past the moat and tower; it was not often used, but he would not be aware of this in the dark.
"To the left?" he said. "There's no road there."
"Yes; a little farther on."
"You can see?" he said in surprise.
"I know the park as well in the dark as in the daytime," she answered.
He thought this not improbable; her father had taught her woodcraft, the ways of the forest and the park.