I must have sung for that the very queen of May was coming by." "Art on your way to Jamestown ?" I demanded.

"Come ride with us.

Diccon, saddle his reverence's horse." "Saddle him an thou wilt, friend," said Master Sparrow, "for he and I have idled long enough, but I fear I cannot keep pace with this fair company.

I and the horse are footing it together." "He is not long for this world," I remarked, eyeing his ill-favored steed, "but neither are we far from Jamestown.

He'll last that far." Master Sparrow shook his head, with a rueful countenance.