There was a stone pedestal with a small lead figure perched upon the top of it in the small clear space in the middle.

But Harry Luttrell took a deal of time in reaching it.

If, however, their progress was slow, with many false turnings and sudden stops against solid walls of hedge, it was not so with their acquaintanceship; each turn in the path brought them on by a new stage.

They wandered in the dawn of the world.
"Suppose that I had never come to Rackham Park!" said Harry Luttrell, suddenly turning at the end of a blind alley.

"I almost didn't come.