Some persons might have thought it wiser to settle this matter before starting, but I am not at all sure that it would have been so.

We were going to this tavern, and did not wish to go anywhere else.

If people did not know where it was, it would be well for us to go and look for it.

We knew the road that it was on, and the locality in which it was to be found.
Still, it was somewhat strange that a stage-driver, passing along the road every week-day,--one day one way, and the next the other way,--should not know a public-house like Dutton's.
"If I remember rightly," I said, "the stage used to stop there for the passengers to take supper." "Well, then, it aint on this side o' the ridge," said the driver; "we stop for supper, about a quarter of a mile on the other side, at Pete Lowry's.

Perhaps Dutton used to keep that place.