'Will you hide yourself too?'
'Aye, aye.'
He assisted me into the cart and piled the grass over me, even putting a thin layer of it over my head. Then, perceiving a heap of grass in the corner of the shed, and, thinking he could conceal himself more quickly in it, he told me that he was going to do so, beseeching me, whatever happened, to make no sound, but to lie still where I was hidden.
'You may rely upon me,' I said. 'You, Sir Hubert, are the captain of this adventure, and I know how to obey.'
Sir Hubert then hid himself as well as he could in the heap of cut grass in the corner of the shed, and scarcely had he done so when the noise of men and horses was to be heard outside.
Presently a man pushed the door open and entered.
'What's in here?' he said aloud. 'A queer sort of a shed! Better call the others. But no, it seemeth empty, except for this grass. What have we here?'
He had approached the cart, and was peering in cautiously.
'Bad farming to leave so much stuff in a cart!' he went on, poking the grass a little with his stick, or weapon.
I trembled, and was fearful that my trembling would cause the grass to move. Indeed, he must have seen something of the sort, for he said in a low tone, 'Thou needst not fear. As sure as my name is Jack Fish, I will keep the other men out of this place.'