So the lad rode far away, and they changed the landscape many many times, for Dapplegrim didn't let the grass grow under him, as you may fancy. At last Dapple gave a great neigh.
"Do you hear anything?" he said,
"Yes, I hear something like a colt neighing loud, a long long way off," answered the lad.
"That's a full-grown colt then," said Dapplegrim, "if we hear him neigh so loud such a long way off."
After that they travelled a good bit, changing the landscape once or twice maybe. Then Dapplegrim gave another neigh.
"Now listen, and tell me if you hear anything," he said.
"Yes, now I hear a neigh like a full-grown horse," answered the lad.
"Ay! ay!" said Dapplegrim, "you'll hear him once again soon, and then you'll hear he's got a voice of his own."
So they travelled on and on, and changed the landscape once or twice perhaps, and then Dapplegrim neighed the third time; but before he could ask the lad if he heard anything, something gave such a neigh across the heathy hill-side, the lad thought hill and rock would surely be rent asunder.
"Now he's here!" said Dapplegrim; "make haste, now, and throw the ox-hides, with the spikes in them, over me, and throw down the tar-barrel on the plain; then climb up into that great spruce-fir yonder. When it comes, fire will flash sut of both nostrils, and then the tar-barrel will catch fire. Now, mind what I say. If the flame rises, I win; if it
