But I'm anxious to get back.

Could you tell me how near to some road we are ?" He halted and looked around; she watched him anxiously as he tossed his bridle over his horse's neck and walked forward into a little glade where the late rays of the sun struck ruddy and warm on the dry grass.
"That's singular," he said as she went forward into the open where he stood; "I don't seem to remember this place." "But you know about where we are, don't you ?" she asked, resolutely suppressing the growing uneasiness and anxiety.
"Well--I am not perfectly certain." He kept his eyes off her while he spoke; but when she also turned and gazed helplessly at the woods encircling her, his glance stole toward her.
"You're not scared, are you ?" he asked, and then laughed abruptly.
"Not in the slightest." "Sure! You're a perfectly good sport....

I'll tell you--I'll leave my horse for one of my men to hunt up later, and we'll start off together on a good old-fashioned hike! Are you game ?" "Yes--if I only knew--if you were perfectly sure how to get to the edge of the woods.

I don't see how you _can_ be lost in your own woods--" "I don't believe I am!" he said, laughing violently.

"The Estwich road _must_ be over in that direction.