"Drat the boys!" said the muddy man. "Will they never be done with disturbing the newts and me? Drat em, I say!"
"Who are you?" demanded Hugh, staring with all his might.
"Jerry I am, and this is my pond. Why can't you leave me in peace?"
"The wind took my cap," said Hugh.
"Finding's keepings," said the muddy man, taking the cap himself, "and windfalls on this water is mine. So I'll keep your cap, and it's the second wind's brought me this March. And if you're in want of another you'd best go to where Wind lives and ask him for it, like t'other one. But he said he'd ask for a toy farm instead."
"A toy farm?" shouted Hugh.
"Go away and don't deafen a body," said Jerry, and prepared to sink again. But Hugh caught him by the hair and said fiercely, "Keep my cap if you like, but I won't let you go until you tell me where my brother went."
"Your brother was it?" growled the muddy man. "He went to High and Over, dancing like a sunbeam."
"What's High and Over?"
"Where Wind lives."