" With one last look at Humphrey's nose he backed out of the hut
and made off in a surprisingly agile manner for one of his age.
"Now a plague upon his foolishness!" exclaimed Humphrey. "I had all but
forgotten my nose, but he will be ever bringing it to my mind. Yet, if
the mole on it take us safely through London, I complain not. And I do
hope he forget not his instructions and become again upon our hands the
witless old man of last night." He advanced to the door and glanced
out. "But here come two horses and a mule," he continued. "Whose they
be, I know not, nor what hath been done with ours."
Hugo at this also looked out the door. "In size and in gait these
horses be ours," he said.
"Yea, lad; but what should be thy black is a rusty brown with a star in
his forehead and one white foot. And what should be my gray is that
same rusty brown with two white feet and a patch on his side. And the
tails of both be bobbed, and the manes cropped, and the saddles and
housings be different. This is more of Bartlemy's 'friend to his
counsel,' perchance. And I hope his friend be not the Evil One.
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