Still, as aforesaid, he was right, but the war the party had been in was with poverty.
"What in the world do they want in this out-of-the-way place--on the road to nowhere ?" thought Ralph.

"If they're not beggars, they have lost their way." He pushed back the hilt of his sword, and drew up one leg, covered with its high, buff-leather boot, beneath him, holding it as he waited for the party to come slowly up; and as they did, they halted where he sat, at the side of the road, and the leader, puffing and panting, took off his rusty morion with his left hand, and wiped his pink, bald head, covered with drops of perspiration, with his right, as he rolled his eyes at the lad.
"Hallo, young springald!" he cried, in a blustering manner.

"Why don't you jump up and salute your officer ?" "Because I can't see him," cried the lad sharply.
"What?
And you carry a toasting-iron, like a rat's tail, by your side.
Here, who made this cursed road, where it ought to have been a ladder ?" "I don't know," said Ralph angrily.

"Who are you?
What do you want?
This road does not lead anywhere." "That's a lie, my young cock-a-hoop; if it did not lead somewhere, it would not have been made." The man's companions burst into a hoarse fit of laughter, and the boy flushed angrily.
"Well," he said haughtily, "it leads up to Cliff Castle, and no farther." "That's far enough for us, my game chicken.

Is that heap of blocks of stone on the top there the castle ?" "Yes! What do you want ?" The man looked the lad up and down, rolled one of his eyes, which looked something like that of a lobster, and then winked the lid over the inflated orb, and said: "Gentlemen on an ambassage don't read their despatches to every springald they see by the roadside.