Chapter Thirty-Four‘It’s pretty thick ahead,’ said Gale Brandon. ‘How much farther is it?’
‘I think that last village was Milstead. We ought to have asked. Everything looks different in a fog,’ said Rachel doubtfully.
‘And if it was Milstead?’
‘Then it’s about three miles on.’
‘I’d like to make it before the last of the light goes.’
‘It’s pretty well gone as it is. It’s nearly four o’clock.’
He looked round at her for a moment.
‘What’s the hurry, honey?’
Everything in Rachel protested. Words rushed to her tongue.
‘There isn’t any hurry—there can’t be. It was you who said there was, because of the light.’
His eyes went back to the road again.
‘I know—I said it all right. But do you think I haven’t felt you sitting here beside me trying to push the car? Even when we were doing fif
