The chauffeur was gazing ahead doubtfully.
"I don't like the look of the marsh," he grumbled.

"Can't see the road at all.

However, here goes." "Another half-hour," Gerald assured him encouragingly, "and we shall be at St.David's Hall.

You can have as much rest as you like then." They were facing the wind now, and conversation became impossible.
Twice they had to pull up sharp and make a considerable detour, once on account of a fallen tree which blocked the road, and another time because of the yawning gap where a bridge had fallen away.

Gerald, however, knew every inch of the country they were in and was able to give the necessary directions.