We are well supplied with means." This advice took his fancy and we set out for a part of the country noted for the beauty of its estates, and where not a few of our acquaintances were enjoying the sports of the season.
Scarcely had we covered half the distance, however, before it began to pour down rain by the bucketful, compelling us to run for the nearest village.

Upon entering the inn, we noticed many other wayfarers, who had put up there to escape the storm.

The jam prevented our being watched, and at the same time made it easier for us to pry about with curious eyes, on the alert for something to appropriate.

Ascyltos, unseen by anyone, picked up off the ground a little pouch in which he found some gold pieces.

We were overjoyed with this auspicious beginning, but, fearing that some one would miss the gold, we stealthily slipped out by the back door.