Ffoulkes and Blakeney took turns at the horse's head.

Then at last they reached the cross-roads; even through the darkness the sign-post showed white against the surrounding gloom.
"This looks like it," murmured Sir Andrew.

He turned the horse's head sharply towards the left, down a narrower road, and leaving the sign-post behind him.

He walked slowly along for another quarter of an hour, then Blakeney called a halt.
"The spinney must be sharp on our right now," he said.
He got down from the cart, and while Ffoulkes remained beside the horse, he plunged into the gloom.

A moment later the cry of the seamew rang out three times into the air.