One branch led to the northwest, the other toward the southwest.

I was at a loss which direction to take, and I left the choice to my horse, in whose wisdom and judgement I had more confidence than in my own.

My horse, refusing the responsibility, stopped.

So there we stood like an equestrian statue arguing with itself until I saw a horseman riding toward me from the direction of Overhaddon.

When he approached I recognized Sir John Manners.