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be himself. What pity grew in his heart
for that young creature; an angel, as she
seemed to him. lost among thieves!
The first thing to be done was to make
his report to those who had sent him out
on the errand, and then to take the quick
est of journeys to find her again and make
sure that they should never be parted. So
he rode in short time from Bristol, grudg
ing each minute, but planning his return
with eagerness.
When he reached the bank and told his
story and asked for help, he was listened
to with surprise and almost with incred-
ulity. Rogers had not returned and the
tale of his craft and dishoDor seemed to be
questioned. The wrong road; suspicious
den towards which Weymouth believed
himself to be enticed (and which for pur-
poses of his own he refused for the mo-
ment to describe); the strange liquor with
its deadly drug meant for him, all which
Rogers had got by mistake; all this sound
ed even in the days of greater Iawlessness
like very strange story. The senior part
ner was again heard to grumble that
Rogers was the best clerk they ever had
and grew more and more impatient.
Were You robbed then?" he demanded.
arrogantly, if he believed the worst of
these excuses and was ready to take VEN
geanee. but the squire nodded shrewdly at
Weymouth as If they two kept an under
standing.
Weymouth sprang to his feet and threw
the captains letter and his receipt for the
money on the table.
er to me than life" he said, ito bring you
these To venture back alone or in COM
pany might have been my end. / have done
your errand; ask my fellow-messenger if
you like, what he will never dare to
answer"
He turned on his heel and left the room.
This is very strange" said the old man,
looking at the squire. Eyes. here are the
papers, the money is on the ship. he was
there on time. Did you mind what look
there was in the fellows face when l
doubted him?' But the squire was hurry
ing after Weymouth and the senior partner
was left alone to wonder more than ever.
Evidently whatever pay went into Wey-
mouths pocket would be to him only the
price of much happiness and peace of mind
The squire was a lover of adventure, as
has been already said. and he went hur-
rying down the street like boy to over
take the man for whom he had a great lik
ing.
Tell me more, Weymouth" he urged
You're tagged to death with this affair
whatever is at the bottom of it. Come and
we'll have something together and see what
can be done! l always expected the like
of this of Rogers"
II had to make a promise. SIR" said Wey-
mouth. but I'll tell you all l can and be
grateful for the chance. Sometimes a man
who is alone must trust his friend. and
make bold to call you mine. Twill end in
my borrowing your sorrel mare and beg
ging you to mount the roam il could have
my wish"
"We'll start at dawn" said the squire
eagerly when he had heard the story. NO.
no constables till you've got her safe away
then I'll manage the game. 1 know the
place. and that upper inn It's low lodging
with but an evil name. but twill do for a
makeshft." and so they parted and Wey-
mouth felt every hour to be a day and
knew that they might be setting out on a
long ride and was glad to remember that
nobody would wait at home for the squire,
VINO was also single man. They came in
good time the next day to the old house
above the waterside. to find 1t deserted.
The door stood open to the winter wind
and it's tenants had fled. At the other inn
where Weymouth had parted from his love
they got news that those whom they sought
were sailing for America and must be hid
ing in Bristol. IL, indeed. they were not al
ready at sea.
The landlord and his hostlers said boldly,
and with an air Of great innocence and un-
concern. that the country was well rid of
such a pack-they were not old country
folk. but late corners. and their room in
England was better than their company.
OF Rogers nothing could be heard.
The disappointed riders called for supper