Good luck to you and a fine ride!" and I shook up Gray Robin, and we went on.
"Be very careful if you cross the Coupee, Phil," she called after us.
"There was a fall there the other day, your grandfather was saying, and the path has not been mended yet." I waved my hand, and we went on.

From a distant field, where they were busy with their hay, my grandfather and Krok saw us passing along the road, and straightened up and shaded their eyes with their hands, and then waved us heaps of good luck, and we jogged on along the road to the Eperquerie..