The men were following us in the dark; they would have to guess at the direction we had taken, and they would most likely assume (in such weather as we had) that we should choose the shortest way across the lake.

At my suggestion we changed our course, and made for a large town, higher up on the shore, called Tawley.

We landed, and waited for events, and made no discovery of another boat behind us.

The fools had justified my confidence in them--they had gone to Brightfold.
There was half-an-hour to spare before the next train came to Tawley; and the fog was beginning to lift on that side of the lake.

We looked at the shops; and I made a purchase in the town." "Stop a minute," said Randal.