11When Rulon considered that they had got far enough from the road, he changed his course. He was still heading away from the village of Effingham. “There’s been too much comin’ and goin’ there,” he remarked. Since nothing in the English countryside is on a very big scale, they presently issued out from among the trees into a field. Crossing it, they stumbled into one of the hard-beaten footpaths which are among the oldest things in old England. Since it led generally in the direction they wished to go, they followed it. After carrying them over several stiles, it deposited them in a road. Whether or not it was the same road they had left they had no means of knowing. It was not the main road.
Four abreast, they walked along the road cheerfully enough. Rulon was in great spirits, and d**k
