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CHAPTER THREE-3
Finally just an hour later than the Earl had intended, they set off over the uncultivated rough ground. With them was a tent that actually was the only one available and they took blankets and sheets from the yacht. There were four men in charge of the tent that was carried by six horses. It was, Dalma reckoned, a very costly operation and the horses were laden down with all sorts of strange objects before they finally left. It was that then the Earl said to Dalma, “We had best give them half-an-hour’s start. Then we may still pass them.” “I am glad to think that our horses are better than theirs,” Dalma commented. “Even then they don’t look as though they would win the Grand National!” The Earl laughed. “You will be surprised – those horses, that look as if they are half-starved an
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