"The place we are making for is St.David's Hall, near Salthouse." The chauffeur seemed a little startled.
"Why, that's Squire Fentolin's house!" Gerald nodded.
"That is where we are going.

You follow this road almost straight ahead." The chauffeur slipped in the clutch.
"Oh, I know the way now, sir, right enough!" he exclaimed.

"There's Salthouse marsh to cross, though.

I don't know about that." "We shall manage that all right," Gerald declared.

"We've more light now, too." They both looked around.