He stood still on the road, that was high in the utterly dark night, and he did not know where he was. It was a strange sensation, his heart beating, and ringed round with the utterly unknown darkness. So he stood for some time.
Then he heard footsteps, and saw a small, swinging light. He immediately went towards this. It was a miner.
‘Can you tell me,’ he said, ‘where this road goes?’
‘Road? Ay, it goes ter Whatmore.’
‘Whatmore! Oh thank you, that’s right. I thought I was wrong. Good-night.’
‘Good-night,’ replied the broad voice of the miner.
Gerald guessed where he was.