How shall we go?
By the Walberswick ferry?
You have no horses." "Nay, but I have a skiff hidden in the reeds five miles furlongs off.

We must keep to the heath above Walberswick, for there they might know your red cloak even after dark, and I would not have you seen till we are safe with Sir Arnold in the Preceptory.

Mother of Heaven! what is that ?" "A peewit, no more," she answered indifferently.
"Nay, it is my man Dick, calling like a peewit.

That is his sign when trouble is afoot.

Ah, here he comes." As he spoke a tall, gaunt man appeared, advancing towards them.