'What's in here?' he said aloud. 'A queer sort of a shed! Better call the others. But no, it seemeth empty, except for this grass. What have we here?' He had approached the cart, and was peering in cautiously. 'Bad farming to leave so much stuff in a cart!' he went on, poking the grass a little with his stick, or weapon. I trembled, and was fearful that my trembling would cause the grass to move. Indeed, he must have seen something of the sort, for he said in a low tone, 'Thou needst not fear. As sure as my name is Jack Fish, I will keep the other men out of this place.' With that he went away, returning, however, in a moment to add, 'Thou hadst best keep here a little while longer before thou attemptest to go away. I am a true man. I will keep thy secret.' With that he crossed over to the heap of grass in the corner of the shed, behind which Sir Hubert was hidden. Then, being of a playful humour, he began to poke the grass heap gently with his foot, blustering a little as he did so. 'Hullo!' said he, ''tis strange how men and grass become mixed in these days! Easy now, don't show thyself! I am a truthful man, and I want to say I have seen no one. Thou needst not fear.' 'Thanks. You are a good man.' The words came out of the grass with weird effect. 'I'll get the others away from here directly; I really joined them to prevent their doing mischief. But do not stir for half an hour or so. Then keep well to the right and thou wilt regain the high road, and perchance find thy litter awaiting thee.' Now Sir Hubert was so delighted to hear this, and so certain that the man was a friend, that he threw the grass off him and sat up, but was instantly almost smothered with the quantity of green stuff the other immediately threw over him. The next instant another voice at the door inquired: 'Is any one hidden here, Jack Fish?' ''Twas a fancy of mine to search the shanty. However, I might have known those fugitives would not have ventured to stay here,' returned Master Fish. 'Well, there is no place to hide in here, unless it be the cart. Have you looked into that grass on it?' 'Aye, aye. I've poked about it rarely, but nothing bigger than a mouse ran out of it.' 'Well, come on then, if there is nothing here,' cried the other impatiently. They left the shed, Jack Fish lingering a moment to close the door and to say noisily to those within and those without, 'All right! All right!' We were still for the next ten minutes, which seemed an age; then Sir Hubert said: 'He was a good old fellow yon, and I liked his hint about your litter. It will be a fine thing indeed if we can find it on the high road when we get there.' 'Yes indeed,' I said, 'and my servants too, which last is a matter of more importance, for they are very dear to me.' I had raised my head out of the grass, and was sitting up. 'Do you think I can get out of the cart now?' I asked.