Then I heard the horses stop.
"What stirring is that in the wood, father?
I am afraid," came the girl's voice.
"Belike a fox shifting his lair.

Push on, Maid Elliot." The horses advanced, when, by the blessing of the saints, the jackanapes woke in my breast.
The creature was used to run questing with a little wooden bowl he carried for largesse, to beg of horsemen for his mistress.

This trick of his he did now, hearing the horses' tramp.

He leaped the ditch, and I suppose he ran in front of the steeds, shaking his little bowl, as was his wont.
"Oh, father," sounded the girl's voice, "see the little jackanapes! Some travelling body has lost him.

Let me jump down and catch him.