a small bucket of spruce beer was making the rounds ; walking elk beamed , his face shining with sweat , and accepted it . she gave a start as she saw the dark eye of the man . it 's not my father , no , but he sent somebody . for sure it was to be another day such as the last , and the one before it . his beard tickled the sensitive skin there . and apparently she was n't the only one . despite their size the twins were fast . that takes a different kind of vision . '' 