The next morning marked the beginning of the sixth day of their
journey, and Humphrey rose with unimpaired cheerfulness. Once more
Hugo's waking eyes beheld two peewits spitted over the coals and a meal
cake baking in the embers. "I did dream of gold last night," said
Humphrey, by way of a morning greeting. "Knowest thou what that
betokeneth?"
"Nay," responded Hugo, pleasantly.
"It betokeneth success in thy present undertaking after first meeting
with difficulties. We have met with difficulties, and what were they
but the king's men? They be now behind us, and success is to be ours.
But come thou to breakfast now. To-morrow morn we set forth again."
CHAPTER IX
On this, their last day in the Isle of Axholme, Hugo and Humphrey took
up the occupation of the day before, but with more deliberation. And
they went in a different direction,--southeast, toward the Trent.
"It is this way we journey on the morrow with the horses," remarked
Humphrey. "It is as well to see what the way is like while we gather
our store of reeds and rushes. For I did dream of gold, which
betokeneth success in our present undertaking, and success ever resteth
on good care and good judgment.
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