set out.

The Tower of Mystery showed quite plainly from the road, now that
we knew where to look for it, because it was on the top of a hill.
We began to walk. But the tower did not seem to get any nearer.
And it was very hot.

So we sat down in a meadow where there was a stream in the ditch
and ate the 'snack'. We drank the pure water from the brook out of
our hands, because there was no farm to get milk at just there, and
it was too much fag to look for one--and, besides, we thought we
might as well save the sixpence.

Then we started again, and still the tower looked as far off as
ever. Denny began to drag his feet, though he had brought a
walking-stick which none of the rest of us had, and said--

'I wish a cart would come along. We might get a lift.'

He knew all about getting lifts, of course, from having been in the
country before. He is not quite the white mouse we took him for at
first. Of course when you live in Lewisham or Blackheath you learn
other things. If you asked for a lift in Lewisham, High Street,
your only reply would be jeers. We sat down on a heap of stones,
and decided that we would ask for a lift from the next cart,
whichever way it was going. It was while we were waiting that
Oswald found out about plantain seeds being good to eat.

When the sound of wheels came we remarked with joy that the cart
was going towards the Tower of Mystery. It was a cart a man was