“Well, what?” inquired the boy.
“We’ve got to go into that town.”
“What for?”
“For cord and goose feathers. We need the cord to splice the broken ropes of our car, and we need the feathers to refill our bag.”
“Yes,” the lad mumbled, “we need those articles all right, Fitz; but maybe the people of the village don’t have such things.”
“Of course they do,” the goblin sneered superiorly.
“How do you know?” the boy said tauntingly.
“Well, I know.”
“No, you don’t; you just guess.”
“A goblin never guesses at anything.”