I must look after my dog.' Mr Prothero found it easiest to ask for the girl with a large black dog, and traced them to within a mile of Carmarthen.
He stopped at a small roadside inn to have a glass of _cwrw da_.[Footnote: Good ale] Here he asked the landlady of Gladys.
'See her and the dog! Is seure.

They come here in the evening, and she asked for a slice of bread and a drink of water, and took out sixpence to pay for it.

She gave all the bread to the dog, and my master, who is fond of dogs, told me to give 'em both a good supper.

Poor dear! she couldn't help crying; and my master, who is tender-hearted when he sees a girl do be crying, tell me to give her and the dog a good supper and a bed in the barn, which I did, is seure.' Mr Prothero paid handsomely for his ale, and having learnt that Gladys and Lion went straight to Carmarthen, went thither also.

He made some few inquiries at the small inns that he passed, but gained no information.