So he was destined to veer round, like some sort of weather-cock, there in the middle of the dark road outside the "Royal Oak." But as he turned, he caught sight of a third exit.

Almost opposite was the mouth of Shottle Lane, which led off under trees, at right angles to the highroad, up to New Brunswick Colliery.

He veered towards the off-chance of this opening, in a delirium of icy fury, and plunged away into the dark lane, walking slowly, on firm legs..