Don’t worry, holmes, I said. I have

Don’t worry, holmes, I said. I have brought my army revolver. Good, said holmes. Write to me every day. Tell me what you see and hear. Tell me all the facts-everything. I said goodbye to Sherlock holmes and met sir henry Baskerville and Dr Mortimer at the station. The train journey to devon took three hours. We looked out of the windows at the green countryside. At last, we reached dartmoor. Then the countryside changed from to grey and we saw broken hills of black rock.
We got off the train at the small station in grimpen village. A driver was waiting whit a carriage and horses to take us to Baskerville hall. As we rode along the narrow country road, I saw a soldier on a hores. The soldirer was carrying a gun and was watching the road.
I spoke to the driver. Why is that soldier guarding the road? Is there some trouble?