"I am going to get Winifred, poor lamb.

I am not in the least afraid to go alone.

I have got a pistol in my belt." So he went with her.

They both walked fast.

The road was wide and muddy, and the night was very dark.
Trenholme noticed now for the first time that he walked in slippers; he would as soon have thought of turning back on this account as he would have thought of stopping if thorns and briars had beset his path.