From where he sat high in the tree, it was plain to Morris that he must command the sight of the road, and was, in his friendly manner, directing operations.
Suddenly the sound of the steps ceased, and Morris wondered for the moment whether Mills had stopped.

But looking up again, he saw Mr.
Taynton's head twisted round to the right, still looking over the palings.

But Morris found at once that the footsteps were noiseless, not because the walker had paused, but because they were inaudible on the grass.

He had left the road, as the dreamer felt certain he would, and was going over the downs to Brighton.

At that Morris got up, and still inside the park railings, followed in the direction he had gone.