The dust-laden air told us that we were right as we turned into the narrow crossroad.

Garrick bent over it, keeping his eye fixed on the other car, now perhaps half a mile along on the narrow crossroad.

But scarcely had the boys' machines disappeared than a trail of three gypsy wagons turned into the mountain highway from some narrow crossroad.

He climbed to the top of a rubble pile and looked down towards the narrow crossroads beyond.