But perhaps he might even now be in time to prevent it.

There was no use calling Laura.

She could be no help in the matter.

He hurriedly threw on his clothes, muffled himself in his top-coat, and, seizing his hat and stick, he set off after his father.
As he came out into the village street the wind whirled down it, so that he had to put his ear and shoulder against it, and push his way forward.
It was better, however, when he turned into the lane.

The high bank and the hedge sheltered him upon one side.