The escort of the men would be sufficient to take Medlicot to the station, and he would reach the place as soon as they.

If the flames were still running ahead, he knew that he could not now stop then, but he could at least learn how the matter stood with him.

If the worst came to the worst, he would not now lose more than three or four miles of fencing, and the grass off a corner of his run.

Nevertheless, tired as he was, he could not bear the idea of going home without knowing the whole story.

So he made his proposal.
Medlicot, of course, made no objection.