"I have not seen one, but I'm sorry the time seems long," she said.

"I wonder if we have lost the way," he went on, a troubled
expression in his eyes. "This certainly isn't a highway, and he said
we would come to one within three miles of the castle. See; it is
eleven o'clock, and we have been driving for more than two hours at
a pretty fair gait. By the eternal, Dorothy, we may be lost!"

"How delightful!" she cried, her eyes sparkling.

"I don't believe you care," he exclaimed, in surprise.

"I should have said how frightful," she corrected, contritely.

"This isn't getting you on a train, by any manner of means," he
said. "Could I have misunderstood the directions he gave?" He was
really disturbed.

"And the poor horse seems so tired, too," she said, serenely.

"By Jove! Didn't we cross a stream an hour or so ago?" he cried.

"A horrid, splashy little stream? We crossed it long ago."

"Well, we shouldn't have crossed it," he said, ruefully. "I should
have turned up the hill over the creek road. We're miles out of the
way, Dorothy."

"What shall we do?" she asked, with a brave show of dismay.