In the highway Tilda drew breath.
"Things look pretty bad," she said; "but things ain't altogether so bad as they look.

Where we're goin' we'll find Bill; an' Bill's a tower o' strength." "But we don't even know the way," objected Arthur Miles.
"No, but 'Dolph does.

'Ere, 'Dolph"-- she set down the dog--"you got to lead us where the others went; an' at the end of it there's a little surprise for yer.

'Ear ?" 'Dolph heard, shook himself, wagged his tail, and padded forward into the gathering darkness; ran a little way and halted, until they overtook him.

He understood.
"If they catch up with us we must nip into a gateway," panted Tilda.
But as yet there was no sound of wheels on the road behind.