Then they sang together as they worked, some soft, crooning air of love and sacrifice that had been sung among the hills of Spain before the Moor came.

Perhaps if they had known that the boy and man were asleep only a hundred yards away, the tenderest hearted among them at least would have gone on with their work just the same.
Ned was the first to awake and it was past noon.

He threw off the grass and stood up refreshed but a little stiff.

He awoke Obed, who rose, yawning tremendously and plucking wisps of grass from his hair.

The droning note of a song came faintly, and the two listened.
"Peons at work in a field," said the boy, looking through the trees.
"They don't appear to be very warlike, but we'd better go in the other direction." "You're right," said Obed.