46 BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. 



an eyeglass and a cigarette, when a pebble 

 dropped into the water beside us. As we looked 

 up to the parapet of the bridge, another pebble 

 was dropped, and there was an eldritch falsetto 

 laugh. We caught one difficult glimpse of a grey 

 beard and a Tyrolean hat, a running footstep 

 resounded above, and then silence. It seemed 

 time for evening church, and we retired. 



