Whoever this night-traveller was, it was certain he was making his way somewhere without losing any time in the business.
The man came close by me and my cover, seeing nothing, and at a few yards' distance stopped dead.

I knew why.

He had come to the cross-roads, and it was evident from his movements that he was puzzled and uncertain.

He went to the corners of each way: it seemed to me that he was seeking for a guide-post.

But, as I knew very well, there was no guide-post at any corner, and presently he came to the middle of the roads again and stood, looking this way and that, as if still in a dubious mood.