It was a sweet, simple country spot, but I was surprised to observe that by the gate there stood two soldierly men in dark uniforms, who leaned upon their short rifles and glanced keenly at us as we passed. The coachman, a hard-faced, gnarled little fellow, saluted Sir Henry Baskerville, and in a few minutes we were flying swiftly down the broad, white road.
Nasz przyjazd był widocznie wypadkiem dnia, gdyż obstąpili nas tragarze, a naczelnik stacyi ze swoim sztabem przyglądali nam się ciekawie.