He stood still on the road, that was high in the utterly dark night, and he did not know where he was. It was a strange sensation, his heart beating, and ringed round with the utterly unknown darkness. So he stood for some time.

Then he heard footsteps, and saw a small, swinging light. He immediately went towards this. It was a miner.

‘Can you tell me,’ he said, ‘where this road goes?’

‘Road? Ay, it goes ter Whatmore.’

‘Whatmore! Oh thank you, that’s right. I thought I was wrong. Good-night.’

‘Good-night,’ replied the broad voice of the miner.

Gerald guessed where he was.