I said it was, very, and wet in the dryest weather.
"Wooded all the way?" he asked.
I told him that it was, and, what was more, so winding that you could not see ten feet ahead anywhere between here and Conde.
"Humph," he said. "Perfectly clear, thank you very much. Please wait right there a moment."
He looked up the hill behind him, and made a gesture in the air with his hand above his head. I turned to look up the hill also. I saw the... more...