Lige Barton had said so himself . Hope and courage returned with a rush . He accosted the first man he met and asked if he could tell him the way to Hopedale . `` Reckon I can , sonny . I live in the next district . Want to go there ? If you wait till evening , I can give you a lift part of the way . It 's five miles out . '' `` Thank you , sir , '' said Chester firmly , `` but I must go at once if you 'll kindly direct me . It 's important . '' `` Well , it 's a straight road . That 's Albemarle Street down there -- follow it till it takes you out to the country , and then keep straight on till you come to a church painted yellow and white . Turn to your right , and over the hill is Hopedale . But you 'd better wait for me . You do n't look fit to walk five miles . '' But Chester was off . Walk five miles ! Pooh ! He could walk twenty with hope to lure him on . Albemarle Street finally frayed off into a real country road .
Chester was glad to find himself out in the country once more , with the great golden fields basking on either side and the wooded hills beyond , purple XXXXX haze .
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