"You had better hold fast," said the stranger.
Blessom did as he was told, and it was well he did, for their journey was evidently not by land.
"It seems to me that you are driving on the water," cried Blessom.
"I am," said the man, and the spray whirled about them.
But after a while it seemed to Blessom their course no longer lay on the water.
"It seems to me we are moving through the air," said he.
"Yes, so we are," replied the stranger.
But when they had gone still farther, Blessom thought he recognized the parish they were driving through.
"Is not this Vaage?" cried he.
"Yes, now we are there," replied the stranger, and it seemed to Blessom that they had gone pretty fast.