After a long march a place of rest was sought.
It was nothing unusual for a semi-military company to be on the march, and so the party did not attract any extraordinary attention.
A farmhouse seemed best suited for the refreshment and rest required, and one was found which seemed to answer all purposes.
Warner went forward to interview the farmer, and soon returned with the pleasing news that the party could have supper, rest for the night, and breakfast in the morning for a most moderate sum.
The farmer was hospitable.
He killed some chickens and a young pig, and in a very short time the odor of cooking was very appetizing.
After supper the farmer insisted on bringing out several flagons of good cider, strong and old, for it was the last year's make.
Song and story enlivened the evening.
Warner told of the days when he had hunted the wild bear and met with some startling adventures.
Baker recounted many a stirring episode in the life of a hunter, and Allen, who passed under an assumed name, kept up the interest by narrating a story of ancient knighthood.