The things we do!

Still, we managed well enough, managed excellently well; we rode close on
five miles, and came to another village. Suddenly we heard some one ahead
along the road.
"Better take it at a gallop," said Falkenberg over his shoulder. "Come
along."
But Falkenberg was no marvel of a horseman, for all his leg; he clutched
the bell-strap first, then slithered forward and hung on with both arms
round the horse's neck. I caught a glimpse of one of his legs against the
sky as he fell off.
Fortunately, there was no great danger waiting us after all; only a young
couple out sweethearting.
Another half-hour's riding, and we were both of us stiff and sore. We got
down, turned the horses' faces to home, and drove them off. And now we
were foot-passengers once more.
_Gakgak, gakgak_--the sound came from somewhere far off. I knew it
well; it was the grey goose. When we were children, we were taught to
clasp our hands and stand quite still, lest we should frighten the grey
goose as it passed.


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