I thought it was up to me to play a strong hand, so I threw a few facts on the screen for Jackson's benefit, and he straightway hit the pike in pursuit.

Where the country was open we kept well in the rear, but crept closer in villages and towns.

We had to stop at Tunbridge Wells for petrol, but that didn't cut any ice, because Jackson knew the country like a book, and we sighted the automobile within five minutes, though the milestones were pretty numerous during that run.

After that, nothing particularly happened, except to a hen and a dog, until we came near Croydon--that is, I knew it was Croydon because Jackson said so, and I have considerable faith in him.

In between whiles, where there was nothing doing, he and I fixed up an automobile tour.