"And uncle will not catch us up if we walk fast." A sudden glimpse into the immediate future was vouchsafed to Mr.
Tredgold; for a fraction of a second the veil was lifted.

"Don't blame me if you get wet through," he said, with some anxiety.
They walked on at a pace which gave the captain every opportunity of overtaking them.

The feat would not have been beyond the powers of an athletic tortoise, but the most careful scrutiny failed to reveal any signs of him.
"I'm afraid that he is not well," said Miss Drewitt, after a long, searching glance along the way they had come.

"Perhaps we had better go back.

It does begin to look rather dark." "Just as you please," said Edward Tredgold, with unwonted caution; "but the nearest shelter is Dutton Priors." He pointed to a lurid, ragged cloud right ahead of them.