Another examination of his map followed.

He had kept fixed in his mind the point at which he was to find Hertford, and, being a good judge of direction, he felt sure that he could yet reach it.
The sun, now high and warm, had dried his clothing, and, after the food, he was ready for another long march.

He struck into a path and walked along it, coming soon to a house which stood back a little distance from a road into which the path merged.

A man and two women standing on the porch stared at him curiously, but he pretended to take no notice.

After long exposure to weather, blue uniforms did not differ much from gray, and his own was now covered with mud.