They were not far from their destination now.

Half a dozen kilometres further on they would be leaving Courbevoie on their left, and then the sign-post would come in sight.

After that the spinney just off the road, and the welcome presence of Tony, Hastings, and the horses.

Ffoulkes got down in order to make sure of the way.

He walked at the horse's head now, fearful lest he missed the cross-roads and the sign-post.
The horse was getting over-tired; it had covered fifteen kilometres, and it was close on three o'clock of Monday morning.
Another hour went by in absolute silence.