Old dog Spot was driving the last cow down the lane when Jolly and Mr. Crow met on the bridge near the , as they had agreed.  
“Now, then—” said Mr. Crow, even before his broad wings had settled along his back—“now, then, where’s the four-armed man?”
 
Jolly looked towards the barnyard.
 
“I don’t see him yet,” he said. “But he ought to appear any moment now. Let’s move over to the big oak, for we can get a better view of the barnyard from the top of it.”
 
Mr. Crow was more than willing. So they flew to the oak and waited for a time. They saw the cows file into the barn, each finding her own place in one of the two long rows of stanchions that faced each other across the wide running the length of the barn. It was through that aisle that the men walked with great forkfuls of hay in the winter time, which they flung down before the cows, who it .
 
But it was summer now. And the cows found their own food in the pasture on the hillside. They came to the barn only to be milked.
 
“It’s milking-time right now,” Jolly Robin remarked. “And pretty soon you’ll see the four-armed man come out of the barn with some pails full of milk. He’ll carry them into the house, to set them in the buttery. We’ll have a good look at him without his knowing anything about it.”
 
And that was exactly what happened.
 
“Here he comes!” Jolly Robin exclaimed, as a figure stepped out of the barn and began walking toward the house. “Now, you’ll have to admit that I wasn’t joking when I told you the news of this strange being. You ought to be pretty glad I let you know about the four-armed man, Mr. Crow. I guess you never saw anything quite so queer as he is, even if you have seen a two-headed .” Jolly Robin said a great deal more to Mr. Crow. And he was so pleased that he started to sing a song.
 
But Mr. Crow quickly silenced him.
 
“Do keep still!” he whispered. &l............