\"Oh，wegofairorfoul。Yourememberwefoughtitoutcominghomefromthereonce。”
MeanwhileBondSaxonwashurryingnorthonhisworkofredemption。
AtthebendintheriverhefoundTomGreshsittingontheflatstoneslab。
Thelightwasgleamingthroughtheshrubberyofthelittlecottage，andthehomeysoundsofeveningandthetwitteroflate-comingbirdswereintheair。
\"Whatareyouherefor，Gresh？\"Bondasked，hoarsely。