It does not begin to be light until seven, so there is no particular hurry." "I hope you know the way, Mr.Fitzgibbon?
It is so dark here I can scarcely see my hand.

And if we get into the fog you talk about it will be as black as ink." "Oh, I know the way," the officer said confidently.

"We keep along the road for two miles, then turn up a track leading up a valley, follow that for three miles; then branch to the right, cross over one or two slight rises, and then follow another slight depression till we are within a hundred yards of the place.

I could find my way there with my eyes shut." "That sounds easy enough," Ralph said; "but I know how difficult it is finding one's way in a fog.

However, we must hope we shall get there all right.