I followed Turner from Paris, for I knew he was on your scent.

Once across the marsh we can talk without fear as we go along." Barebone obeyed mechanically, leading the way through the bushes to the kitchen-garden and over an iron fencing on to the open marsh.

This stretched inland for two miles without a hedge or other fence but the sunken dykes which intersected it across and across.

Any knowing his way could save two miles on the longer way by the only road connecting Farlingford with the mainland and tapping the great road that runs north and south a few miles inland.
There was no path, for few ever passed this way.

By day, a solitary shepherd watched his flocks here.