"That him--he's my husband, he is--I thought he came this way, he said he wouldn't be gone more than five minutes, but he's been gone a good deal more than an hour--I can't make out what he's up to, because he knows we're in a hurry. Did you notice which way he was going?"
"I rather think he was going over there."
He motioned with his whip towards the horizon on his right.
"Was he? That's very nice of him, I don't think, as he knows very well I'm over here. I should like to know what he's thinking of. If you come across him, mister, I wish you'd ask him if he's Ben Hitchings; and if he says he is you tell him that I've had about enough of waiting, and that I've gone on to the course, and if he wants me he'd better come and look for me there--see?"
"Yes, madam, I think I see; and if I do come across Mr Hitchings I'll make a point of giving him your message."
Mr Frazer gave a jerk to the reins; the horse moved; the caravan was off.
CHAPTER XI
[DANGER AHEAD]
They had got on to the road, and the hollow was already left some little distance behind, when the window over the driver's seat was opened, and Dorothy asked a question.
"Which way did he really go--that young man in the red shirt?"