The only result was that the horse broke into a kind of pretence of a trot for five or six paces and then subsided into a walk again. And now it was quite dark and they seemed to have given up blowing that horn. The only sound was a steady drip.drip from the branches of the trees.
“Well， I suppose even a walk will get us somewhere sometime，” said Shasta to himself. “I only hope I shan’t run into Rabadash and his people.”
He went on for what seemed a long time， always at a walking pace. He began to hate that horse， and he was also beginning to feel very hungry.
Presently he came to a place where the road divided into two. He was just wondering which led to Anvard when he was startled by a noise from behind him. It was the noise of trotting horses. “Rabadash！” thought Shasta. He had no way of guessing which road Rabadash would take. “But if I take one，” said Shasta to himself， “he may take the other： and if I stay at the crossroads I‘m sure to be caught.” He dismounted and led his horse as quickly as he could along the right.hand road.
The sound of the cavalry grew rapidly nearer and in a minute or two Shasta realized that they were at the crossroads. He held his breath， waiting to see which way they would take.