The good horse, however, stepped out gallantly, though they made but little way; for, having left the high road and taken to the narrow lanes, their course was always either up hill or down, and every bottom they passed grew more angry with the flooding waters as they proceeded.
Still, through darkness, rain, and storm, they held their way till they saw the lights of Drumston below them.
"How far is it to your house, Hawker ?" said the lawyer.

"This storm seems to hang about still.

It is as bad as ever.

You must be very wet." "It's three miles to my place, but a level road, at least all up-hill, gently rising.

Cheer up! We won't be long." They passed through the village rapidly, lighted by the lightning.