We came to a farmstead where the dogs barked, and folk were still about. Falkenberg asked to see the man. A lad came out.
Had he any work for us?
No.
But the fence there along by the road was all to pieces, if we couldn't mend that, now?
No. Man himself had nothing else to do this time of the year.
Could they give us shelter for the night?
Very sorry, but....
Not in the barn?
No, the girls were still sleeping there.
“Swine,” muttered Falkenberg, as we moved away. We turned in through a little wood, keeping a look out now for a likely place to sleep.