After a good nights sleep, the three men emerged from the dank gloom of the inn. Eager to get going, Graves hailed the stable lad and requested thier horses be saddled.
The stable lad spoke. "You ate them last night"
"Wot do you mean, we ate them last night?" ask Graves.
"You ordered steak and chippings didnt you? Where do you think we got the steak from, Tesco?" laughed the lad.
"Lets go on foot", said Shylock.
"It will take forever", replied Flotsum.
"I go an get him serd" sighed Graves.
Ten minutes later, Graves appeared with a man the size of a small mountain. Across his shoulders he had a wooden yoke and strapped to his back, a small chair.
"This is Foot" Smiled Graves, "He will take us to der moor".
Each man took thier place and with a cry of "Gee up!", Foot began the journey onto the moor.
After several hours, and with the light fading, Foot turned off the main road and onto the moor proper. It was hard going, he had done the last fifteen miles on his knees.
"Stop here!" Ordered Shylock. "We shall go on......our... shoes from now on". The men dismounted from Foot, gave him a shilling each, and bade him fare well.
"We will need a scout". Said Flotsum.
"Will a girl guide do serd?" enquired Graves. "dey has a camp over derd"
"No!" Shouted Shylock, "we go alone, the danger is too great that we enlist the help of anyone else, now follow me". Shylock took off at an alarming pace, heading deeper and deeper into the moor.
What will they find? Will the world end before this story does? Tune in for the last chapter. Promise.