At any rate, he hoped that he should be able to give such information as would set the constables upon the track.
It seemed to him that some three hours passed before a faint light began to dawn in the sky.

By this he knew that it must be about half-past six, and calculated, therefore, he must have set out in the trap about half-past one.

He now started to walk along the road, hoping that he should soon meet some labourer going to work.
Stopping by a small stream which ran across the road, he washed his head and face; as he had lain on the ground after being struck, the blood had not flowed on to his clothes.
After the wash he proceeded with a brisker step.

Half an hour later he met a ploughman, riding one of his team to the fields.
"Is this the road to Lewes ?" Reuben asked.
"Lewes?
Noa, this baint the road to Lewes.

I don't know nothing about the road to Lewes.