The moment she was round the corner of the road, and the high hedge screened her from view, the three deserters were through the gate and running across the field. They scaled a wall without much difficulty, and found themselves on a wide gorse-grown pasture. Though they could not now see the chimneys of The Woodlands in the distance, there were other landmarks quite sufficient to guide them. They plodded on cheerfully. "It would be prime to have our snowdrops all packed up before the others got back," ventured Hattie. "They'd be so surprised. They'd wonder how we'd stolen a march on them." "If Teddie asks where we were, we can truly say 'at the front'," Winnie giggled. "You'd better not pick up any nature specimens, though, or she'll want to know 'the exact locality' where you found them." "Um--yes! That might be awkward. This toadstool shall stay on its native heath, in case it tells tales." It was rather a fascinating walk, all amongst the gorse-bushes. None of the three had been there before, and instinctively the younger ones left Rona to lead the way. Her bump of locality had been well developed in New Zealand, so she strode on with confidence. But the ground shelved down suddenly, revealing a natural feature upon which they had not counted, a fairly wide brook, running between sandy banks. Here indeed was an obstacle. Winnie and Hattie stared at it with blank faces and groaned. "We'd forgotten the wretched Llanelwyn stream. What atrocious luck! Don't believe there's the ghost of a bridge anywhere. Shall we have to go back?" "I'm not going back," declared Rona sturdily. "There must be some way of getting over it some where. Come along and we'll prospect." "Oh, for the wings of a dove!" sighed Hattie. "Even those of the raggedest sparrow would be welcome." "Better wish yourself a fish, for you may have to try swimming," grunted Winnie. "I can't swim--not a stroke! You'll suggest I shall jump it next, I suppose. Look here, we shall have to go back. There's nothing else for it. Rona! Corona Mitchell! Corona Margarita! Cuckoo! Where've you gone to?" "Coo--ee!" came in reply from the distance, and presently Rona appeared beckoning vigorously. "We're--going--back," shouted Hattie. "No, no! Come along here." Anxious to see if she had found any solution of the problem, the others pelted down a slope and joined her. "Here's our bridge," said Rona proudly, as soon as they rounded the corner. "That thing!" exclaimed Winnie, looking aghast at the decidedly slim pole, that was fixed across the stream as a cattle bar. "I'm not a tight-rope dancer, thank you!" sneered Hattie rather indignantly. "It'll be quite easy," Rona urged. "Oh, I dare say! You won't find me trying to walk across it, I can tell you." "I didn't ask you to walk. I'm going to sit on it cross-legged, like a tailor, and shuffle myself over. It's broad enough for that. I'll go first." "Oh, I daren't! I'd drop in!" wailed the younger ones in chorus.