Myself.—How far is it to Tregaron?
Farmer.—’Tis ten miles from here, and eight from the Rhyd Fendigaid.
Myself.—Must I go back to Rhyd Fendigaid to get to Tregaron?
Farmer.—You must.
Myself.—Then I must be going, for the night is coming down. Farewell!
Farmer.—Farvel, Saxon gentleman!
CHAPTER XCII
Nocturnal Journey—Maes y Llyn—The Figure—Earl of Leicester—Twm Shone Catti—The Farmer and Bull—Tom and the Farmer—The Cave—The Threat—Tom a Justice—The Big Wigs—Tregaron.
It was dusk by the time I had regained the highroad by the village of the Rhyd Fendigaid.
As I was yet eight miles from Tregaron, the place where I intended to pass the night, I put on my best pace. In a little time I reached a bridge over a stream which seemed to carry a considerable tribute to the Teivi.