Ah! here they come." As he spoke two horsemen rode down the opposite side of the valley and halted at the water's edge.

The prospect was not a pleasant one.

The river was sixty or seventy feet wide, and in the centre the water swept along in a raging current.
"You cannot cross here," the boy shouted at the top of his voice.

"You must go higher up where the water's deeper." The wind swept his words away, but his gestures were understood.
"The boy is telling us to go higher up," said one of the horsemen.
"I suppose he is," the other replied; "but here is the ford.

You see the road we have travelled ends here, and I can see it again on the other side.