So I got up, paid for my ale, vainly endeavoured to pay for that of my companion, who insisted upon paying for what he had ordered, made a general bow and departed from the house, leaving the horse-dealer and the rest staring at each other and wondering who we were, or at least who I was.

We were about to ascend the hill when John Jones asked me whether I should not like to see the bridge and the river.

I told him I should.

The bridge and the river presented nothing remarkable.

The former was of a single arch; and the latter anything but abundant in its flow.
We now began to retrace our steps over the mountain.