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. They
passed an occasional farm or forest cottage, inhabited by a
few of the hill dwarves who had emigrated over the pass
years before. Basalt and Hildy both examined every one of
them closely for signs of derro, but saw none. As the length-
ening shadows of the trees stretched over the road, Basalt
began to fear that he and his crew would be too late to find
the derro before dark.
"I see something there!" Hildy whispered suddenly, point-
ing to a dirt track, deeply rutted, that branched off from the
road. At the end of it, some fifty yards away, was a large,
dark brown barn of heavy logs. The windowless structure
had a large opening on one side, sheltered by an extending,
overhanging portion of roof. Four heavy derro wagons,
their iron-spoked wheels towering higher than any of the
dwarves, stood in the yard. One black-armored derro,
standing in the shade beside a wagon, squinted at them as
they rolled by. None of the horses was around, and only the
single derro was conspicuous, performing a listless circuit of
the wagons, obviously bored.
"Stay down!" Basalt hissed to the dwarves in the back
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