When they were all making hay, one afternoon, in the summer, a little
bare-headed, bare-footed boy came running down the ridge over the field
to Ovind, and gave him a note.
"You are running fast," said Ovind.
"Yes, I am paid for it," answered the boy.
Ovind was a little perplexed when he opened the note, it was so
carefully wrapped up and sealed; it ran as follows:--
"He is on his way now, but he goes slowly. Go into the wood and hide.