The young man carefully balanced himself on a flat stone in the middle of the sea of mud, then he looked up and pointed with his hand. "Yes, over there! Go down to the bottom of the hill and turn to your left, there's a bit of a common there. Light green common, they call it."
"Thanks!" Carstairs whipped up and drove away. "Healthy chaps those 'civils' always are," he remarked.
"'Civils'?" Bounce asked.
"Civil Engineers."
"Oh!"
They drove in silence till they reached the bottom of the hill and turned to the right.
"Ah, there it is. Fancy that girl walking out here by night."
"That's one thing I don't like—walking," Bounce answered.
"No? Here! Catch hold! while I get out and go over there."
The common was a triangular piece of land between the forks of two roads; in one place it was fairly flat most of the rest of it was composed of miniature hills and dales, with steep sloping sides and flat bottoms, inclined in places to be marshy. It was on the flat portion, under the shelter of one of these miniature hills, that the caravans were drawn up in a scattered group.