The Captain had paused in his whistling--which had been pretty continuous all day--and was regarding these horsemen with great interest.
"I do not like them," he said reflectively, and spoke a few words to the steersman, who glanced back over his shoulder.
"You have met them before ?" Tristram inquired.
"Not that I know of.

Nevertheless, I do not like them." Tristram thought this odd, for it was impossible at that distance to descry the features of the riders.
"We will go below," his father announced, rising in a leisurely manner.
They did so, and stood by the cabin door, so that their forms were hidden while they could see perfectly all that passed on the bank.
The four horsemen drew near and trotted by at the same pace without seeming to turn their heads towards the canal.

Two rode horses of a dark bay colour, the third a dapple grey, and the fourth a sorrel.
As soon as they had passed out of sight, Captain Salt ascended to the deck again and entered into a long conversation in Dutch with the fat boatman.

As this did not amuse Tristram any more than the windmills of which the scenery was mainly composed, he remained below and, stretching himself again on the bench, began to dream of Sophia.
Three hours later he awoke, said his prayers, and was preparing to go to sleep again, when his father entered the cabin.
"Hullo! What are you doing ?" "I was just thanking Heaven, which, against my inclinations, makes our journey a slow one." "You do not wish to reach home in a hurry ?" "On the contrary, I desire it ardently.

But having remarked that whenever I travel fast I am either seasick or jolted raw, I feel grateful for every restraint put upon my ardour." "In that case I almost fear to announce that we shall move faster to-morrow." "I am willing to be coerced," said Tristram, and dropped off again.
It was but an hour after dawn when his father aroused him.