"Yes, it is;" she ran again.
He looked long after her,--the dog ran before and barked, she after, trying to silence him. Ovind took his cap, and tossed it again and again; "Now, I believe, I really begin to be happy," said he, and sang as he went home.
CHAP. X.
[TURN THE RIVER WHERE IT CAN FLOW.]
When they were all making hay, one afternoon, in the summer, a little bare-headed, bare-footed boy came running down the ridge over the field to Ovind, and gave him a note.
"You are running fast," said Ovind.
"Yes, I am paid for it," answered the boy.
Ovind was a little perplexed when he opened the note, it was so carefully wrapped up and sealed; it ran as follows:--
"He is on his way now, but he goes slowly. Go into the wood and hide.
You Know Who From."