"And now go we ashore," said Bernulf. "To-morrow morn we aid the king's spy to search the town. He will have a merry run up and down the Rows, he and his men." And, with a hearty farewell to the skipper, Herebald and Bernulf climbed down the side of the vessel to their little boat gently rocking alongside. "The business in hand hath an early end when luck goeth with a man," observed Bernulf, with satisfaction. "Yea," responded Herebald. "And luck most often goeth with the man that hath good wit of his own." Their strong arms made light of the short distance they had to row, and they were soon back at the little inn and at rest. As for Richard Wood, weary as he was, he was long in finding sleep. For ever he would be wondering in which part of the little town it were best to begin the search. And how it were best to conduct it so that no outsider could manage to claim part of the reward when the runaways were captured. At last, undecided, he fell asleep, and Herebald and Bernulf were awaiting him when he awoke rather late in the morning. In haste he and his men ate their breakfast, and in still greater haste they set off on the search, only to be brought to a standstill before it was well begun; for there fronting the sea were one hundred and forty-five little narrow streets called the Rows, and their combined length made a distance of seven miles. "This be a foolish way to build a town," grumbled Richard Wood, "and none but Saxons would have done it. Why, here be a street only two feet wide at one end of it. And up and down one hundred and forty-five streets we must chase, to say nothing of looking in the better parts of the town." "Thou hast well said," observed Herebald, gravely. "It is not an easy thing, this search. But where dost thou begin? And how wilt thou go about it?" "Why, why," stammered Richard Wood, "I did never search a town before, and that is but the truth." "Were it not best to proceed boldly?" asked Herebald, slyly. "Boldly, sayest thou? And what meanest thou by boldly?" "Why, by boldly, I mean boldly. Surely thou knowest what boldly is? Walk into the house with a 'by your leave,' which is, after all, no leave, since it is done without leave; there look through all, and then out and away again into the next house, or the next but one, as it pleaseth thee." Richard Wood looked at him in displeasure. "It is easy to see thou art but a Saxon churl," he said. "And moreover, where is thy sense of time? This day were gone; ay, and the next before we had entered every house in one hundred and forty-five little streets." "Ay, thou art right. Perchance it were better not to take so much time, for there be the ships, and some of them do sail to-day." "To-day!" exclaimed Richard Wood, in alarm. "And when?" "Toward noon," was the reply; "for then wind and tide will serve." A look of resolution came over the face of Richard Wood. He turned to his men-at-arms.