"There it is for you," said she.
Then the man turned about and flapped quickly along the path they had already travelled; his cudgel beat the ground with a sharp noise, and he did not once look back.
Before he had taken an hundred paces the rain came, a fine, noiseless drizzle.
"It will be heavy in a minute," said the woman, "let us run after the cart."
With a quick movement she tucked her shawl about her head and shoulders and started to run, and Art went after her in alternate long hops of each foot.
They had reached a narrow path running diagonally from the main road.
"Up this way," shouted Patsy, and the company trooped after him, leaving the ass and cart to the storm.
Two minutes' distance up the road stood a small, dismantled house. There was a black gape where the window had been, and there were holes in the walls. In these holes grass and weeds were waving, as they were along the window-ledge. The roof was covered with a rusty thatch and there were red poppies growing on that.
Patsy climbed through the low window-space, and the others climbed in after him.