The next morning a late awakening of the men gave a late start. The
enthusiasm of the day before was gone; but it came back when Richard
Wood, riding in advance, struck the trail once more. This was more
difficult to follow than the one of the day before. It led through
places where the party almost mired, but not quite; through places
where the horses splashed heavily along, scaring the water-fowl up in
all directions; through patches of reeds; through tangles of tough
grass; through shallow water; through deep water; and ever on with few
seeming deviations. But the course was much slower than that of the day
before, and that had been slow enough.
Night came and the fagged party in disappointment once more lay down.
"Thou hast done well, Herebald," said Bernulf. "To-night it is my turn.
But think ye not it were better now to lead straight on to Yarmouth?"
"Yea," answered Herebald.
"It seemeth to me that it were best to put them there to search the
town. What thinkest thou?"
"Even as thou thinkest," returned Herebald, grinning.
"And then," continued Bernulf, "methinks it would be seemly to entice
them aboard a fishing-vessel and ship them off for France, and so be
rid of them.
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