The evening was getting darker all the time. A sad wind blew through the empty fields, making a sound like a distant giant whistling to call his dog. The sadness of the scene started to upset Mr Winkle. He shivered as they passed the trench - to him it looked like a very large grave.
The officer turned suddenly from the path. He climbed over a fence, and went through a hedge. Then entered a small, hidden field.