"Better take it at a gallop," said Falkenberg over his shoulder. "Come
along."

But Falkenberg was no marvel of a horseman, for all his leg; he clutched
the bell-strap first, then slithered forward and hung on with both arms
round the horse's neck. I caught a glimpse of one of his legs against the
sky as he fell off.

Fortunately, there was no great danger waiting us after all; only a young
couple out sweethearting.

Another half-hour's riding, and we were both of us stiff and sore. We got
down, turned the horses' faces to home, and drove them off. And now we
were foot-passengers once more.

_Gakgak, gakgak_--the sound came from somewhere far off. I knew it
well; it was the grey goose. When we were children, we were taught to
clasp our hands and stand quite still, lest we should frighten the grey
goose as it passed. No harm in that; no harm in doing so now. And so I do.
A quiet sense of mystery steals through me; I hold my breath and gaze.
There it comes, the sky trailing behind it like the wake of a ship.
_Gakgak_, high overhead. And the splendid ploughshare glides along
beneath the stars....

We found a barn at last, at a farmstead where all was still, and there we
slept some hours. They found us next morning sound asleep.

Falkenberg went up to the farmer at once and offered to pay for our
lodging. We had come in late the night before, he explained, and didn't
like to wake folk out of their beds, but we were no runaways for all that.