In the morning they went boldly into a little village, and Terence went into a shop and bought a couple of loaves.

His French was quite good enough for so simple an operation.
"I suppose you are going to Saint Malo," the woman said.
"Yes.

We have had a holiday to see some friends at Brest, and are going to rejoin." This was the only question asked and, after walking another two miles, they lay up for the day as before.

They had met several peasants on the road, and had exchanged salutations with them.

They found by their map that they were now within twenty miles of Dinan, having made over thirty miles each night and, as both were somewhat footsore from their unaccustomed exercise, they travelled only some sixteen or seventeen miles the following night.
The next evening, at about ten o'clock, they walked boldly through Dinan.