“Come with me, then,” Thomas said. “Or sit in the car out of the rain.”
They waded through the flood and onto the track, which was now like a small river. Fortunately, Thomas had remembered to bring the lantern, so they blundered from the least wet part of the track as the rain slashed into their faces and the gusting wind tried to push them into the moor. Outside the beam of the lantern, they could see nothing but blackness.
“Where the devil was that farm?” Eleanor was wet, tired, miserable and becoming more bad-tempered by the minute.
“Along here.” Thomas seemed to be enjoying himself, although Eleanor was unsure if he knew where he was. “It was off to the left as we drove up, so it must be on the right now.” He peered into the driving rain. “We can cut across the moor and cut off the
