"Franco Ney is his name.

Now we shall have no trouble in getting out." Franco turned off, short, from the road in which Jonas was going.

He knew by instinct which way the shore lay from them.

Jonas at first hesitated about following him.
"That can't be the way, Franco," said he.
But Franco, after plunging on a few steps, looked round and whined.
Then he came back towards Jonas again a few steps, looking him full in the face, and then whisked about again, and went on farther than before,--and then stopped and looked back, as if to see whether Jonas was going to follow him.

Jonas stood just in advance of the oxen, hesitating.
"That must be the way," said Jonas.