8/12 I cared little who he was, provided he rode on and let me alone. But till I lost all sound of him I spent an uneasy time in the ditch. Towards this wood I hastened with all the speed I could. Here at least I could lie hid a while till my next chance turned up. About half-way through the wood the road forked into three, one way on either hand striking deep among the trees; that in the middle holding straight on, and by the marks of wheels being evidently the highroad. |