As I passed through the palisade I heard my name called, and turning waited for Master Pory to come up.

He was panting and puffing, his jovial face very red.
"I was across the neck of land when I heard the news," he said.

"I ran all the way, and am somewhat scant of breath.

Here's the devil to pay!" "It looks another mare's-nest," I replied.

"We have cried 'Spaniard!' pretty often." "But this time the wolf's here," he answered.