Having come out onto the road he reined in his horse, hesitating whether to ride along it or cross it and ride over the black field up the hillside.

To keep to the road which gleamed white in the mist would have been safer because it would be easier to see people coming along it.

" Follow me!" said he, crossed the road, and began riding up the hill at a gallop toward the point where the French pickets had been standing that evening.