"That was the song that the gypsy girl sang; wasn't it?" asked the other.
"Yes," replied the first.
Philippe could hardly believe what he heard. That was his song! He had taught that song to Rose! Zelie must be singing his songs at the fair in Ghent.
Philippe was about to call down to the men. Then he stopped. They might mistake him for a tramp. They might do him some harm. No; he must be careful.
Then, yawning sleepily, the two men stamped out of the barn. Philippe heard the door closing behind them.
The only sound now was the crunch-crunching of the horse. But even that did not remind Philippe of his hunger. He could think of only one thing. He must reach Ghent as quickly as possible! He must find his friends before they left. He must join them at the fair in Ghent.
Philippe rose and went down into the barn. The men had locked the door; but there was a tiny window above the horse's stall. Through this, the boy first pushed Trompke. Then he started to climb through it himself.
"Come, Trompke," he called. "We must walk to Ghent. There is no time to lose. We must get there before the fair moves on."
