The New Forest Spy, by George Manville Fenn. 

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The hero, living in a big house in the New Forest, is a teenager, WallerFroy. His father is away, and he is out fishing in the Forest, when heencounters a strange boy of his own age. Initially they each assume theother to be an adversary, but Waller then realises that the other boy isharmless, and has become lost from a party of Jacobite gentlemen fromFrance. Of course this is ridiculous, because we are now in the days ofKing George the Third, and no Jacobite revival is likely or possible, but the soldiers are out looking for this lad and his former companions. 

So Waller decides to take him home and look after him till he is a bitless starved. The boy's name is Godfrey Boyne. But from a tinyincident news gets out that there are strange noises in the house, asthough there was another person in the attics. And so the military, accompanied by the village constable, arrive, to search the house. Thisis a very comic event, and the soldiers retreat empty-handed. Helpcomes from an unexpected quarter, and Waller manages to organise hisfriend Godfrey with a trip back to France in a local fishing boat. 

It's a short book, or a long short story, and was published under thesame binding as "Through Forest and Stream". But neither of these booksappears in any of the lists of Fenn's works, though it certainly appearsfrom internal evidence that they are genuine. The way they were boundthere was no title page for this book, nor lists of the contents and ofthe illustrations, so for our pdf version we have had to recreate these. 

It actually is an enjoyable book, and makes a good read or a goodlisten. 

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THE NEW FOREST SPY, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN. 

CHAPTER ONE. 

AN ENCOUNTER IN THE WOOD. 

"Hullo! What's that?"

The lad who uttered those words dropped a short, stiff fishing-rod inamongst the bracken and furze, and made a dash in the direction of asharp rustling sound to his right, ran as hard as he could, full-pelt, for about five-and-twenty yards, and then, catching his toe in a toughstem of heather, went headlong down into a tuft of closely-croppedfurze--the delicate finer kind--which had been nibbled off year afteryear till it had assumed the form of a great green-and-gold cushion, beautiful to look at, but too pointed in its attentions to make apleasant resting-place. 

"Bother!" shouted the boy, as he scrambled up. "Oh, what an ass I am!Anyone would think I was old enough to know that I couldn't catch arabbit on the run, even if he had no hole among the hazel-stubbs. Hole?Hundreds, where he could dive down. Horrid, prickly things furzes are. That was a sharp one; but there, it hasn't hurt much, only it makes oneso jolly hot. "

He walked backward along the edge of the forest much more deliberatelyto stoop and pick up his rod. 

"Yes, of course, " he grumbled, and he screwed up a rather good-lookingyoung manly face into a grin of annoyance which shewed all his closelyset white teeth; "I might have known--all in a tangle. The hook broken, of course!"

He let the butt of the rod which bore a very old-fashioned brass winch, rest in the hollow of his arm, while he carefully extricated the hook atthe end of his line from where it had fallen and caught hold of a stemof dwarf bracken, while to free it and the hair, feather, and dubbingwhich had transformed the said hook into what was supposed to be a bigartificial fly, although it was not in the slightest degree like anyinsect that ever flew, required no little care. 

"Humph!" he grunted; "might have been worse. But what a stupid a troutmust be to go at a thing like that! Well, so much the better for me. Now then: once more, to begin. "

But the boy seemed in no hurry to start. His exertions, though slight, had made him very hot, and he took off his cap to wipe away the shiningdrops that covered his sun-tanned forehead and stood thickly where, higher up, the skin was white amongst the thickly set curls of his brownhair. 

He looked round at a common-like portion of the New Forest over aslightly undulating stretch of velvety grass, bracken, heather andstunted oak-trees, which gave the place a park-like aspect, runningright up to where the oaks were clustered thickly, with an occasionalsilvery or ruddy barked birch, and made dense with hazel-stubbs andalder. 

"Oh, what a jolly day!" he said; "but isn't it hot!"

It was, for the autumn sun shone down out of a vivid blue sky upon thegloriously green growth which was beginning here and there to lookmellow and ripe as if shot with ruddy gold. 

"I might just as well lie down and read under the shade of one of thetrees, " mused the boy, "for the trout will be all in the most crankyplaces right under the stones and roots. But one can't read without abook, and I came out on purpose to catch something, and I mean to do it;so here goes. "

He made for the nearest portion of the forest, and plunged in at once, holding his fly carefully between finger and thumb, and shouldering hisrod so that, as he walked on with the trees clustering thicker andthicker, he drew the top after him, and got on fairly well withoutentangling his line. 

Deeper and deeper into the forest, which grew more and more dense, till, breaking away from its level, it suddenly began to descend in a stiffslope, which rose as steeply fifty yards farther on, forming in all awandering, tangled little valley, at the bottom of which trickled andgurgled a tiny river some few yards wide, flashing brightly in placeswhere the sun passed through the overhanging trees, but for the mostpart darkly hidden, and only to be approached with some littledifficulty and at the risk of being caught and held by one of thebriars' hundred hands. 

The valley was very beautiful, gloriously attractive, and evidently avery sanctuary for blackbirds, one of which every now and then dartedout in full velvet plumage, skimmed a few yards, and then dived out ofsight again. 

They were too common objects to take the boy's attention as hecautiously made his way towards the edge of the little river, but he didstop for a minute as a loud _yuk_, _yuk_, _yuk_, rang out, and agood-sized bird made a streak of green, and, once well in the sunshine, of brilliant scarlet, as it flew over the bushes and amongst the treesin a series of wave-like curves before it disappeared. 

"That's the greenest woodpecker and the reddest head I have seen thisseason, " said the boy thoughtfully. "That's a fine old cock-bird, andno mistake. Well, green woodpeckers aren't trout, and he wouldn't takemy fly if I dropped it near him, and I don't want him to. Now, then, what do you say to a try here?"

The lad asked himself the question, and responded by going on cautiouslyfor about a dozen yards through about the most unsuitable pieces ofwoodland possible for a fly-fisher to try his craft. 

But Waller Froy, only son of the Squire of Brackendene, was not going towield a twelve-foot fly-rod, tapering and lissom, and suitable forsending a delicate line floating through the air to drop its lurelightly on the surface of the water. Such practices would have beenutterly impossible on any part of the woodland rivulet. But, all thesame, he knew perfectly well what he was about, and how to catch thelarge, fat, dark-coloured, speckled beauties that haunted the stream--the only way, in fact, unless he had descended to the poacher-likepractice of "tickling, " and that he scorned. 

Waller's way was to proceed cautiously through the undergrowth withoutstirring bough or leaf till he came to some opening on the bank where hecould see the dark, slowly gliding stream, or perhaps eddy, through theoverhanging boughs. 

Then, with his fly wound up close to the top ring of his short rod, hewould pass it through the leaves and twigs with the greatest care andunwind again, letting the fly descend till it dropped lightly on thesurface. This he did patiently in fully a dozen different places, winding up after each attempt, and then cautiously following the edge ofthe stream to try again wherever he came upon a suitable spot. But uponthat particular occasion the trout were not at home at the lairs hetried, or else not hungry, so the fly was drawn up again for freshtrials. 

"It's too hot, " muttered the boy. 

But he had all the good qualities of a fisherman, including patience andperseverance, and he went on and on deeper and deeper into the forest, managing so skilfully that he never once entangled his line. 

It was very beautiful there in the soft shades. The sun was almostcompletely shut out, and in some of the openings the pools lookedabsolutely black, while Waller, perfectly confident that there wereplenty of good pound trout lurking in this hiding-place of theirs, wenton and on. 

He had left the outskirts of the forest far behind, threading the ruggedoaks, to make his way through the undergrowth that flourished amongstthe beeches--huge forest monarchs that had once been pollarded by theforesters of old, to sprout out again upon losing their heads into acluster of fresh stems, each a big tree--so ancient that, as the boygazed back at them from where he wound his way in and out, following thecurves and zigzags of the little river, he asked himself why it was thatthis tract of land was called the New Forest, where everything looked soold. 

"How stupid!" he muttered, the next moment. "I forgot. Of course, itwas because William Rufus made it for hunting in. It was new then if itisn't now. I wonder whether he ever fished for trout, " added the boy, with a laugh. "Good thing for him if he had; people who go fishingdon't often get shot. Ah! there ought to be one here. "

The denseness of the briars and wild-rose tangles had forced him to makea _detour_, and now, on drawing near the river again, he came upon solikely a spot that, practising the greatest caution, he dropped his bigugly fly through what was quite a hole in the overgrowth of verdure, beneath which the water lay still and dark. 

He was quite right. He felt that there ought to be a fish there waitingfor some big fat caterpillar or fly to drop from the leaves above; andhis ugly lure had hardly touched the surface of the water before therewas a loud smack, a disturbance as if a stone had been thrown in to fallwithout a splash, and a well-hooked trout was darting here and there atthe end of the short line, making frantic struggles to escape. 

But though Waller Froy had so many yards of twisted silk upon his winchfor the convenience of lowering and winding-in his bait, the tangle ofbushes and overhanging boughs necessitated fishing with a tight line, with trust in its strength for the rapid hauling out of the prize. 

It was no question of skill, but the roughest of rough work; and after afew rapid plunges and splashes, the fish was lifted out on to the bank, to begin leaping and making the first steps to entangle the line amongstthe twigs which rose everywhere about the boy's knees. 

"What a beauty!" he cried, as he released his hook, placed his prize inhis creel, and proceeded to examine his ruffled fly, getting it readyfor tempting another fish. 

This was tried for in a similar place about a dozen yards farther alongthe river, but without result; and on stepping onwards the river woundalong a dell amongst the great beech trees, with the sunlight flashingfrom the surface and turning to bronzed silver patch after patch ofbracken that spread its broad fronds in glistening sheets five and sixfeet high. 

There was no tempting fishing-place here among the broad slopes, butbeyond there was more than one favourite spot from which in times pastthe boy had taken many a speckled beauty, and to reach one of these hewas pressing on with arms raised, and creel and rod held high, simplywading, as it were, through the rustling bracken, and every now and thenbeating back some frond that attacked his face, when, all at once, hestopped short, with his heart beating fast, for there was a quick rush, and something sprang up from almost at his feet and dashed away. 

The bracken was so thick that all he saw was the quivering fronds, and, with no other thought than to catch a glimpse of the deer he had startedfrom its lair, Waller rapidly gave a turn to the ferrule which made onerod of its two joints, and, using the butt to strike right and left atthe ferns which impeded his way, he dashed on for about a dozen yards, and then stopped short. For he had brought his quarry to bay, forcingit to turn upon him fiercely, while the boy's heart beat faster stillfrom the exertion mingled with his startled surprise. 

But it was no fat buck with palmated antlers ready to be thrown forwardfor a fierce attack, for in his rapid glance amongst the bracken Wallerfound himself face to face with a lad of about his own age--no poachinggipsy, given to preying upon the indwellers of the forest, but astrange-looking, wild-eyed being, sunken of cheek, hollow of eye, andwith long unkempt hair hanging about his shoulders. Yet he was nothreatening beggar, for, in spite of his garments being muddied, stained, and torn, he was well dressed, but menacing of aspect all thesame; for as he stood there, bareheaded and fierce, there was danger inhis dark flashing eyes, and a gleam of white, as, like those of someanimal, his thin lips were drawn from his glistening teeth. 

"Who are you? What do you want?" cried Waller, in his excitement;while, as the words left his lips, there was a quick movement upon thestranger's part, and he felt for and drew something from his breast. 

The next moment he was presenting a big flintlock pistol at hispursuer's head. 

CHAPTER TWO. 

A SURRENDER. 

Waller had a glimpse of the pistol as it was suddenly presented at hishead, and then he only saw what seemed to be a round, rusty ring, through which he peered at nothing, but in full expectation of seeing apuff of smoke and hearing a report, while in the quick flash of thoughtthat darted through his brain, the question he asked himself was, "Willit kill me?"

But he did not stop to think, in this startling, novel position, for heacted simultaneously. As quick as his thought he gave a turn to thelower joint of his rod, separated the two pieces, and delivered a cutwith the butt end, which took effect upon the presented weapon, knockingit out of its holder's hands, and then, tossing the rod aside, he sprangforward and closed, while the stranger, breathing hard, finding himselfunarmed, tried to get a grip at his adversary's throat, failed, andwound his arms well round him instead, following this up by trying tolift Waller from the ground and throw him backward. 

The next moment the beautiful little miniature tropic forest of fernswas faring badly, being kicked, broken, and trampled down as the twoboys, breathing hard and panting with their exertions, swayed here andthere, and wherever they planted foot there came up a curious cracklingsound, for beneath the huge trees the earth was thickly covered withbeechmast. 

"Brute--savage!"

_Whop_!

The dull sound was caused by the wild-looking young stranger coming downflat upon his back. For after a brief struggle, during the first partof which he was furious and strong, all his power seemed to depart atonce like a blown-out flame, while Waller, who had grown stronger momentby moment, and hotter with temper as he wrestled here and there, put anend to the struggle as cleverly as any wrestler by heaving up thefrantic youth, and falling with him to the earth. 

For quite a minute they lay motionless, arms interlocked and chest tochest, their breath coming and going with a hoarse, harsh sound, andtheir eyes glaring as they looked defiance one at the other. Then, asthe conquered stranger's face grew more savage, Waller's, in histriumph, slowly softened down into a smile, and as he recovered hisbreath, he said triumphantly:

"Done you, in spite of your old pistol! I say, was it loaded?"

There was no reply, but the panting of the stranger's breast seemed togrow louder. 

"You coward!" he groaned out, at last, in a despairing tone. 

"Ha, ha!" laughed Waller. "Brute, savage, and now coward! Why, youwere the coward to aim at me with a pistol when I had nothing but astick. Suppose it had gone off!"

"I wish it had, " panted the prostrate boy, with a vicious look. 

"What! Why, it might have killed me!" cried Waller. 

"I wish it had, " repeated the boy viciously. 

"Stuff! You are savage because you are beaten. "

"Get off!" cried the stranger; and he made a desperate effort to throwhis adversary from his chest, but only for Waller to wrench out hishands plant them upon the other's breast, and thrust him down helplessand exhausted, while he raised himself up, got well astride, and sat up, laughing in the stranger's face, as he raised one hand and dragged thestrap of the creel over his head and tossed it aside. 

"Got rid of you, " he muttered. "There, it's no good, " he cried. "Ihave you quite tight. If you try to get up again I will give you such adrubbing. "

"Oh-oh!" groaned the boy addressed, passionately; and his breast heavedwith the despairing, hysterical sobs that struggled for utterance. 

"Ah, that's right!" cried Waller. "You had better lie still. I am toostrong for a fellow like you. "

"Yes, " panted the other; "I'm beaten. It's all over now. "

"Then you give in?" cried Waller, who grew more and more excited in histriumph, while he gazed down at the distorted countenance beneath him, wondering who the lad was and why there was a something un-English inhis accent and the turn of his words, though they sounded native all thesame. 

"Yes, I give up, " panted the boy; "and you can be proud of havingmastered a poor starving wretch who never did you any harm. "

"No, because I stopped you, " cried Waller. "Who are you, and where didyou steal that pistol?"

"It was my own, " said the other proudly. 

"But what were you doing with that pistol here?--poaching, I suppose?Lucky for you my fine fellow, that I stopped you. Do you know whatwould have happened to you if you had killed one of the deer? Ha, ha, ha! Killed one of the deer! Why, you could not have hit a haystackwith that thing. "

"Deer!" cried the lad. "I did not want to kill the deer. "

"Don't believe you!" cried Waller. 

The lad's face flushed, and an indignant flash darted from his eyes. 

"How dare you doubt my word of honour, " he cried. "Here, let me getup. "

"Shan't! Lie still!" shouted Waller, flinging out his doubled fist andholding it within a few inches of his prisoner's nose. "Your word ofhonour, eh? Why, who do you call yourself, my dirty, ragged Jack, withyour honour! Who are you, and where do you come from?"

"Yes, you are a coward, " said the lad bitterly, "or you would not insulta gentleman lying weak and helpless at your mercy. "

Waller felt a little touched. 

"Oh, I don't want to insult you, " he said: "and perhaps I am as much ofa gentleman as you are. But look here; who are you?"

"You know, " said the lad bitterly. "I give up, I tell you. Be contentthat you have got the upper hand of me. I won't struggle against fate;only make me one promise, " he continued, in a bitter, mocking tone. 

"Well, what is it?" said Waller. 

"Come and see your prisoner hung, for I suppose your brutal Dutchmenwill not have me shot. "

"I say, " said Waller, staring more wonderingly than ever at hisprisoner, "you are using very fine language. Are you a bit off yourhead? Who wants to hang or shoot you? What Dutchmen?"

"The enemy--the brutal soldiery, of course. "

"I say, look here, I don't know what you are talking about, " saidWaller, "and I don't know who you are, only that you jumped out at melike a highwayman with a pistol. I say, what are you?"

"One of the spies, I suppose, " said the boy mockingly. "One of the poorunfortunate wretches you people are hunting through the woods. "

"Nonsense!" cried Waller. "You must be fancying all this. There are nosoldiers here hunting people. Do you know where you are?"

"Yes; in the New Forest. "

"That's right, and in the part my father holds the shooting over. But, "continued Waller, showing his white teeth, "he wouldn't want to shootyou if he were at home; you are not fat enough. Pooh! Nobody wouldwant to shoot a boy like you. "

"Boy! Who do you call a boy?" cried the poor fellow, flushing up again. 

"Why, you, of course. You are no older than I am, and I am a boy. "

"Well, never mind that. You have made me a prisoner. What are yougoing to do next?"

"Well, I think I am going to pick up that pistol, wherever it lies. "

"Bah!" cried the prisoner. "I only did it to scare you off. It isn'tloaded. "

"Oh!" said Waller. "Well, that's one to you. I couldn't tell. "

"What are you going to do with me now?" said the lad haughtily. "Chainme?"

"Chain you!" said Waller, laughing, "why, you are not a dog. I am notgoing to do anything with you. I don't want you. "

"No; but you want the blood-money, I suppose. "

"There you go again, " cried Waller pettishly. "Chains and blood! Isay, do you know what you are talking about? Blood-money?"

"Yes; the reward for taking me. "

"Reward! For taking you?"

"Yes, where are your bloodhounds?"

"Well, you are a rum chap, " said Waller, laughing. "You talk like afellow in a romance. We have no bloodhounds. We have a pointer, awater-spaniel, and a retriever. Why, what sort of an idea have you gotin your head about bloodhounds hunting you?"

"I--I meant the soldiers, " said the poor fellow faintly: and his eyesbegan to close. "Let me sit up, please. I think I'm dying. "

CHAPTER THREE. 

ON PAROLE. 

The words sounded so real, and there was such a deathly aspect in thepallor and the cold perspiration that started upon the prostrate lad'sghastly-looking face, that Waller was convinced at once, and quicklyrising from where he sat he bent over and raised the lad's head alittle, but only to lay it down again as the poor fellow fell back quiteinsensible. 

But the attack passed off as quickly as it had come, and, relieved bythe removal of the heavy pressure upon his chest, he began to breathemore freely, his eyes opened slowly in a wild stare of wonder as if hecould not comprehend where he was, and then, as his senses fullyreturned, a faint smile dawned upon his thin lips. 

"Don't laugh at me, " he said. "It was like a great girl. I must havefainted dead away. "

"Yes, you did, and no mistake, " said Waller. "Come down to the streamand have a drink of water. --If I let you get up you won't try toescape?"

"No, " said the lad bitterly, as he raised one hand, and let it fallagain heavily amongst the bracken. "I am as weak as a child. "

"Yes, " said Waller, "you are. Now, look here; you remember what yousaid about the honour of a gentleman?"

The lad bowed his head slightly. 

"You are a gentleman?"

"Yes. "

"Then give me your word that you won't try to escape. "

"I will not try to escape. I could not if I wished. I tell you it isall over now, I am taken at last. "

"I say, " cried Waller, gazing at the poor fellow anxiously, "why are youhere? What have you done?" And then slowly, and in almost a whisper, as he glanced sharply round for the pistol, "You haven't killed anybody, have you?"

"Killed! No! What have I done? Nothing that should disgrace agentleman. Nothing but fight for the cause of my lawful king. "

Waller looked at the lad curiously, for his words and the wildness ofhis looks again brought up the idea that he was a little off his head. 

"But I say, " he said, "if you were fighting, as you call it, for yourlawful king, why should the soldiers be after you?"

"Because I am an enemy--a follower of the Stuarts. "

"Oh, " said Waller, in a puzzled tone, as the lad slowly and painfullyrose and then snatched at something to save himself, for he reeled. "Here, I say, you are weak, " cried Waller, saving him from falling, "lean on me. The stream is just over there, " and he led his feebleadversary down the slope to the nearest opening where he could lie downand reach over the bank to drink from the clear water in the mostancient and natural way--that is, by lowering his lips till they touchedthe surface. 

The lad drank deeply, and then rose to a sitting position, making noeffort to stand. 

"Ah, " he said faintly, "I feel better now. There, " he went on, "Isuppose you didn't know the soldiers were here?"

Waller shook his head, content to listen. 

"They are; and you know all about the trouble--about the Stuarts makinganother stand for their rights?"

"Oh, not much, " said Waller. "I have read, of course, about the OldPretender and the Young Pretender. "

"Pretenders!" said the lad bitterly. "Those who fought for their rightsas heirs to the British Crown. They are at rest, but an heir stilllives, and it is his fortunes we follow. "

"Oh, " said Waller thoughtfully. "Yes, I have heard of him--in France, "and he looked more curiously in the other's eyes as he asked his nextquestion, thinking the while of the slight accent in the lad's speech. 

"But you have not come from there?"

"Yes, " said the lad quietly, and with a bitter tone of sadness in hiswords; "we crossed over from Cherbourg--oh, it must be a month ago. "

"We?" said Waller inquiringly. 

"Yes; I came with my father and four other gentlemen to Lymington. "

"And are they here in the forest?"

The lad looked at him wonderingly. 

"No, " he said; "they were all hunted down like wild beasts--treated asspies. "

"And where are they now?" said Waller eagerly. 

"Who knows?" replied the lad sadly. "Lingering in prison, if they havenot already been shot. Quick! Tell me, " he continued, catching Wallerby the arm. "My father! Have you heard anything about him?"

"I? No, " said Waller. "Oh, surely not shot! But in this quiet countryplace at the Manor we hear so little of what is going on. I can't helpbeing so ignorant about all these things. "

"You are all the happier, perhaps, " said the lad sadly. 

"Oh, I don't know, " said Waller. "I am afraid I don't know much aboutwhat's going on. I am fond of being out here in the woods. It isholiday-time now my father's out. But I say, " he continued, with afrank laugh, "isn't it rather funny that you and I should be talkingtogether like this, after--you know--such a little while ago?"

"Yes, I suppose so; but I thought you were one of the enemy coming totake me. "

"Yes, " said Waller; "and I don't know what I thought about you when Iwas looking down the barrel of that pistol. "

"I--I beg your pardon, " faltered the lad. "I was half-mad. "

"Quite mad, I think, " said Waller to himself. Then aloud, "But, I say, why were you here?"

"I was hiding; trying to get down to the coast and make my way back toFrance. The soldiers have been hunting me for days, but I have escapedso far. "

"To get back to France?" said Waller. "But are you not English?"

"Yes, of course. Don't I speak like an Englishman?"

"Well, there is a little something queer about it, " said Waller--"a sortof accent. "

"I said English, " continued the other, "but my family, the Boynes, areof Irish descent, and staunch followers of the Stuarts. "

"Yes; but that's all over now, you know, " said Waller. "Don't you thinkyou had better give all that up and go back?"

"I was trying to go back, " said the lad despairingly. 

"Or stop here. "

"You talk like a follower of the Pretender, " said the lad bitterly. 

"That I don't!" cried Waller indignantly. "My father is a magistrate, and a staunch supporter of King George. But there, I didn't mean totalk like that, " he cried, as he noted the change that came over hiscompanion's face. "Here, I say, never mind about politics. You look--well, very ill. Hadn't you better go home?"

"Go home! How? Separated from my friends, who perhaps by now aredead!" The words came with a sob, "Go! How? Hunted from place toplace like a wolf!" He tried to rise, but sank back. "Ill? Yes, " hegroaned; "deadly faint. You don't know what I have suffered. I amstarving. "

"How long have you been here?" said Waller, whose sympathies weregrowing more and more strong in favour of his prisoner. 

"I don't know. Days. "

"But why were you starving?" said Waller half-indignantly. 

"Why should I not be?" said the boy bitterly. "Alone in these wilds. "

"Well, " cried Waller. "I shouldn't have starved if I had been like you. I should have liked it, and had rather a jolly time, " and he gazed hardat the delicate-looking lad, whose very aspect, in spite of hisdisorder, suggested that he had led a gentle life, possibly minglingwith the followers of the Court. 

The gaze was returned--a gaze full of wonderment. 

"What would you have done?" said the stranger. "Eaten the bitter acornsand the leaves?"

"No, " cried Waller, laughing, "I should just think not! Why, I shouldhave done as Bunny Wrigg would--scraped myself out a good hole in theside of one of the sandpits, half-filled it with dry bracken for my bed, made a corner for my fire somewhere outside, and then had a good go inat the rabbits and the fish; and there are plenty of pig-nuts andtruffles, if you know how to hunt for them. There are several placeswhere you can get mushrooms out in the open part among the furze wherethe grass grows short; and then there's that kind that grows on theoak-trees. You can trap birds, too, or knock over ducks that come downthe stream if you are lucky. I have several times got one with a bowand arrow. Oh, there are lots of ways to keep from starving out in thewoods. "

"Ah, " said the lad feebly, "you are a country boy. I come from Frenchcities, and know nothing of these things. "

"Oh!" said Waller thoughtfully. "What have you had to eat thismorning?"

The boy laughed sadly. "I have picked some leaves, " he said. 

"Picked some leaves!" cried Waller contemptuously. "Why didn't you huntfor some of the hens' eggs? There are lots about here, half-wild, thathave strayed away from the farms and taken to the woods. Of course araw egg is not so good as one nicely cooked, but it would keep a fellowfrom looking as bad as you do. Here, I say, I am sorry that I knockedyou about so. I didn't know that you were so bad as this. "

"It doesn't matter now, " was the reply. "You had better give me up tothe soldiers at once. I suppose they will give me something to eat. Mypride's all gone now, and I only want to get it over and bring it to anend. It's very contemptible, I know, but it is very horrible, all thesame. "

"What is?" said Waller quickly. 

"To feel that you are starving to death. "

"There, now you are talking nonsense, " said Waller warmly. "Why, ofcourse it is. Who's going to starve to death? Here, I suppose Ioughtn't to help you?"

"No; I am an enemy. Give me up to the soldiers as quickly as you can. "

"Bother the soldiers!" cried Waller hotly. "Let them do their workthemselves. I don't know anything about enemies. You are half-starvedand ill, and if you stop till I come back I'll run off and get yousomething to eat. I could take you home with me at once, but if I didthe servants would see you, and begin to talk, and then it might get tothe ears of the soldiers, if there are any about. Don't run away till Icome back with them, " continued Waller, with a mocking laugh. "Youdon't want any more water, do you?"

The lad shook his head. 

"Then creep in there under those ferns. Nobody could see you even if hecame by, and Bunny Wrigg is the only one likely to be about here. Clever as he is, I don't suppose he would spy you out. Why, I shouldn'thave seen you if you hadn't started up as you did. That's right. Ishan't be long. "

Waller snatched up the two joints of his rod, and the creel which he hadthrown down, and started off at a smart trot in and out amongst thegreat beeches, not traversing the way by which he had come, but strikinga bee-line for home. 

CHAPTER FOUR. 

A RAID ON THE LARDER. 

Brackendene was the very model of an Elizabethan country house, withclusters of twisted chimneys, and ivy clinging to the red brickseverywhere that it could find a hold. 

There was an attractive porch opening out upon the well-kept pleasaunce, but, instead of going straight to it, Waller looked sharply to right andleft, saw nobody and heard nothing but a dull, distant _thump, thump_, and the barking of a dog from somewhere at the back. 

The next minute he was through one of the dining-room casements, andcrossed into the hall, where he stood listening for a moment or two tothe _thump, thump_, which now sounded nearer. 

"That's Martha at her churn, " he muttered. "How stupid it seems!Anyone would think I was a thief. "

He felt like one as he crossed the hall, opened a big oak doorcautiously, and made his way into the great red-brick-floored kitchen, where from an opening to his left the thumping of the churn came louderstill, accompanied by a dull humming sound, something like the buzz of amusical bee, but which was intended by the utterer to represent a tune. 

Waller nodded his head with satisfaction, and went off to his right outof the kitchen into a cool stone passage, and then through a door into astone-floored larder, whose wire-covered, ivy-shaded windows gave uponthe north. 

But Waller Froy had no thought for the situation of the larder. Hisattention was taken up by about three-quarters of a raised pork-pie, which he took off the dish, and, after a moment's hesitation, drew hisbig trout out of the creel and dabbed it in where the pie had stood, making the latter take the fish's place in the creel. 

"Make it taste a bit, " muttered the boy. "Can't stop to find a cloth, and he will be too hungry to notice. Now for some bread. "

The larder was not his place, but the boy was quite at home there, dueto surreptitious visits connected with fishing excursions and provisionsfor lunch. 

Taking the great brown lid off a bread-pan, he placed it on the floorand pounced upon a loaf, which he broke in two and crammed into hisfishing-creel. He then rose up and looked round, till his eyes lightedupon a big jug full of creamy-looking milk, which he annexed at once, and then made for the door, passed through the kitchen, where thethumping and musical buzz still went on, made his way back to thedining-room, and through the window again out into the garden, and thenpassed breathlessly into the dense forest once again, panting slightlyfrom his exertions. 

"I have as good a right to the things as anybody, " he muttered, to quiethis uneasy conscience, "and if Martha asks me if I took the pie I shallsay yes, of course. I am not going to enter into explanations. Let herthink I was hungry and wanted some lunch; and if she does think it's mydoing--oh!" he ejaculated, "she will know it was when she finds thefish; and there--if I didn't leave the great cover of the pan on thefloor! Bother!" he ejaculated. "I am master when father's out, and Ishall do as I like. Wish I could, " he grumbled, as he hurried along, not so fast as he wished, for his way was rough and tangled, and the jugof milk was very full, besides being an awkward thing to carry steadilywhere brambles continually crossed the path and the thorny strands ofthe dog-rose hung down from on high as if fishing for everyone whopassed. "I should like to think about what to do, " mused Waller tohimself, "but it only makes one so uncomfortable. This fellow must beone of the King's enemies, and if I am helping the King's enemies, shan't I be committing high treason? Oh, bother!" he cried aloud. "Iam going to give a poor fellow who is starving something to eat, and, enemy or no, I am sure if King George saw him starving he'd do the same. There, I won't think about it any more. "

He reached the spot where he had left his new acquaintance, in a stateof repentance because he had not lowered the milk by taking a gooddraught, the consequence being that he had spilt a good deal. 

All was perfectly still, and he began to wade through the ferns, andthen stopped to look straight before him, and then sharply to right andleft. 

"Why, he isn't a gentleman, after all, " muttered the boy. "He's gone. It was just in there that I told him to crawl, and--no, it was fartheron, by that next beech--no--oh, I say, how much alike all these placesare! I believe I must have passed it. "

He stood still and whistled. There was no reply. Then he whistledagain, and, after glancing about him, hazarded a call. 

"Hi! Hullo! Where are you?--It's all right; no soldiers near. "

There was a faint rustling then amongst the bracken, and the stranger'shead was slowly raised some thirty yards away. 

Waller hurried to him. 

"What made you change your place?" he said, as he came up. 

"Change my place? I have not moved. "

"Never mind. There, sit down now. Here's something to take off thehunger. There, if I didn't forget a knife! Never mind; mine will do. It's quite clean. That's right. Nobody's likely to come by here. Takea good drink of this first. "

He placed the jug in the lad's hand as he seated himself between thegreat buttress-like roots of a huge beech: and after that long, deepdrink there was an interval of time during which Waller watched, with afeeling of wonder, the ravenous manner in which his new friend--orenemy--partook of food. 

"I am ashamed, " he muttered; "I am ashamed. But eat some, too. "

"Oh, no; go on, " said Waller. 

"I can't eat another mouthful unless you join. "

"Oh, very well; there is plenty, " said Waller, "and seeing you eat hasmade me hungry, too. "

No more words were spoken for a time, and at last, with the hunger ofboth pretty well assuaged, Waller began to note the humour of theposition, and in a half-bantering way exclaimed:

"Here, I say, you ought to leave a snack for the soldiers when theycome. "

The lad's hand dropped, and he turned, with a wild look, to fix his eyeson Waller's. 

"Ah, " he said, the next moment, with his face softening, "you arelaughing at me. "

"Well, suppose I am. It's because I am pleased to see you better now. "

"Better! Yes. I think you have saved my life, " said the lad softly. "I say, I wish we could be friends--but no; impossible. You could notbe, with one like me. "

"I don't see why not, " said Waller. "We are good enough friends now. There, I am sorry I knocked you about so much and treated you as I did. I didn't know you were so weak and hungry. Will you shake hands?"

"Will I shake hands?" cried the lad, with all the effusion of a youngFrenchman, and catching the one which Waller stretched out, he held ittightly for a few moments between his own, holding it until Waller drewit away. 

"There, " he said, "I must be going back now. There isn't much left, butI must have the empty basket. You had better lie down here and have agood rest, and I will come back to you in the evening and see if I can'tthink out some way of helping you to get down to Lymington. "

"To Lymington? Yes!" cried the boy eagerly; for now that he wassomewhat refreshed the light seemed to come back into his eyes, and acertain eagerness into his whole aspect. "But, look here, " he said, "alittle while ago I thought I had nothing to do but lie down and die; nowyou have made me feel as if I want to live. Could you--can you find outwhether there are any soldiers near?"

"I don't know, but I'll try, " said Waller. "But I say, talk aboutsoldiers--we never picked up that pistol, and I don't believe we couldfind it now. "

"Here it is, " said the lad, pointing to his breast. "I crawled abouttill I found it after you had gone. "

"Then you had better give it to me to put away. Pistols are nastythings. "

Waller held out his hand, but the lad shrank back, with a suspiciouslook. 

"Oh, very well, " said Waller, rising; "don't trust me unless you like. "

"I do trust you, " cried the lad eagerly; and, snatching out the pistol, he pressed it into the other's hand. 

"There, they will be wondering what has become of me, " cried Waller. "Iwill come back and see you in the evening, and by then I shall havethought of somewhere for you to hide to-night. Good-bye. "

Waller hurried off, thinking deeply to himself, and making the best ofhis way for about a hundred yards. 

"I wish I hadn't brought away his pistol, " he said. "He will bethinking again that I am going to betray him. Here, I shall take itback. "

He made his way as fast as he could to where he had left his new friend, expecting to see him raise his head as he drew dear; but he looked invain, for when he reached the spot, and parted the tall bracken, he wasunable to find him for a few minutes, and when he did, the figure wasrecumbent, utterly exhausted, and sleeping hard, while he did not evenmove as Waller bent over him and carefully thrust the pistol into hisbreast. 

CHAPTER FIVE. 

DUTY OR MERCY. 

"Oh, here you are, Master Waller!" said Bella, as he marched into thehouse. "Where have you been?"

"Fishing, " said Waller abruptly. 

"But why didn't you come back to your dinner?"

"Because I have been out in the forest, and--fishing, I tell you. Why?"

"Because Martha has been in such a way. There was your dinner keptthree hours, till it was quite spoiled, and then we said it was no useto keep it any longer; and Martha is in a way. "

"What about?" said Waller absently, for his thoughts were still in theforest along with the young stranger. 

"Because she says she won't put up with it, and if you are to go in andout of the pantry helping yourself to what you please, she will complainto master as soon as he comes back. "

"Oh, very well, Bella, " giving the fresh-looking servant girl a nod. 

"But aren't you hungry?"

"No. "

"Well, you are a boy! You will want something to eat with your tea, won't you?"

"Yes, I suppose so. But I say, Bella, have you heard anything aboutthere being soldiers in the forest?"

"Oh, yes, " said the girl eagerly. "You haven't seen any of them, haveyou?"

"I? No, " said Waller quickly. "What have you heard?"

"Oh, I only heard what Tony Gusset said to Martha when he came in totalk to her last night. "

"What!" cried Waller. "Was that old stupid here last night?"

"Yes; but he wasn't here long. Martha won't let him stay. She soonbundles him off again. She told me that he wouldn't be so fond of hissister if she wasn't the cook and couldn't ask him to have something toeat when he came. She does hate to see him here. "

"But what did he tell her?"

"Oh, I don't know, " said the girl pettishly. 

"Yes, you do, Bella. Tell me. "

"Well, will you promise to be a good boy and come back to your meals atproper times, and not keep everything waiting about?"

"Oh, yes, of course. Now what was it?"

"Oh, he told her that the French had landed on the coast to turn theKing off the throne and put a new foreign one on it, and that thesoldiers had met them and beaten them, all but a few who were spies, andhad hidden themselves in the forest; but they were catching them alltill there were hardly any left, and they were looking for them. AndTony Gusset said there was a reward of a hundred pounds offered forevery one that was caught, and he meant to catch one and make himselfrich. "

"He had better mind his mending shoes and hammering his old lapstone, "cried Waller, with an unwonted show of anger. "What's it got to do withhim?"

"There, now, if that isn't funny!" said the girl, clapping her hands. "Why, that's just what Martha said to him, and he quite quarrelled withher. He said it was his duty as the village constable to apprehend allvagabonds, and that if his sister did not know how to pay him morerespect he should not stoop to come and speak to her again. "

"Well done, cook!" cried Waller, laughing. "What then?"

"Why, she up and told him that he was only a lazy vagabond himself, forhe never did hardly any work, and that since he had been made constablethe place had not been big enough to hold him. But there, I can't stoptalking here; I have got to get your tea. What am I to say to Marthaabout your taking that pork-pie?"

"Nothing, " said Waller gruffly. 

"But she meant it for your tea. "

"Well, I had it for lunch instead. Now go away and don't bother. "

"Well, I am sure!" cried the girl. "What's come to you, Master Waller?You're as cross as two sticks. "

"Of course I am, if you stop chattering here instead of getting me mytea. "

"But it won't be tea-time for another hour. "

"I tell you it's always tea-time for anyone who hasn't had any dinner, so go and get it at once. "

Bella went out of the room, and gave the door a regular whisk to make itbang, but repented directly after, and let it strike against her foot, so that it was closed quietly. 

Waller jumped up from his chair in an unwonted state of excitement, assoon as he was alone, and began to walk hurriedly up and down the room. 

"Then it's all true, " he mused. "There are soldiers about, and if theycatch that poor fellow they will march him off to prison--and he is soill after being hunted about. Oh, it's too bad!" he continued, growingmore and more excited. "And there's no knowing what they would do. Why, they hung the poor wretch who wasn't much more than a boy forstealing that sheep; and I believe it was only because he was hungry andout of work. Here, I know I oughtn't to interfere, but father isn't athome, and I feel as if I ought to do something. I want to do something. It seems so horrid. Suppose it had been I who went on like that poorfellow did. I don't think I should ever do such a thing as he has, butwhat did he say? He came over with his father. Well, suppose I wentover to France with my father. Of course, it isn't likely, but onemight have done such a thing, and I daresay they have got a New Forestin France. To be sure they have, and I know its name--Fountainebleau. Only fancy if I were being hunted through that place by soldiers. Ugh!If there was a young fellow there found me--a young fellow just about myage--and did not help me, he'd be a brute. "

In his excitement the boy went on marching up and down the quaint, oldpanelled dining-room, with his fists clenched and his eyes staring, ashe recalled the scene in the woods that morning. 

Just as he was opposite the door it was thrown open quickly by Bella, who entered with the tea-tray, and who stopped short, startled by theboy's fierce looks, while as he turned sharply round to march to theother end of the room, Bella hurriedly placed the tea-tray upon thetable, and then hastened back to go and tell Martha the cook that shebelieved Master Waller was going mad. 

CHAPTER SIX. 

A GOOD APPETITE. 

"Yes, I'll mad him, " retorted the cook, "if he comes meddling with mylarder when my back's turned. I have a very great mind not to finishcooking those sausage-meat cakes for his tea--behaving like that whenthe Squire's out!"

But all the same Martha Gusset, who was a pleasant, portly dame, wentback to her fire to continue her hurried cooking for her young master'sevening meal. 

Meanwhile, without a thought of eating or drinking, Waller was stillmarching up and down the dining-room making up his mind what he shoulddo; and, this made up, he waited impatiently for the maid's return tofinish her preparations, which were concluded by her bearing in acovered dish which evidently contained something hot and steaming, thevapour which escaped from beneath the cover having a very pleasant, savoury odour. 

"There, Master Waller, " said the girl good-humouredly. "Now, do make agood tea, there's a good boy, and you know what cook is; she don't liketo be put out. I know what I should do if I was you. "

"What?" said Waller, rather surlily. 

"Go into the kitchen as soon as you have done tea, and tell her that younever had anything nicer than those cakes; and she will be so pleasedthat she won't say another word about the pie. "

"Oh, very well, " said Waller, who was making another plan. 

"That's a good boy. Between you and me. Master Waller, Martha's asnice as nice, but she's just as proud and stuck up about her cooking asher brother is about being constable. Ring when you have done, please. "

Waller nodded, and lifted up the dish-cover, which the girl took fromhis hand, and then, nodding pleasantly, hurried out of the room. 

The boy's actions the next minute were rather curious, for he followedto the door, turned the little handle that shot the small bolt into itssocket, and then, after a conspirator-like glance at both the windows, he went to the bookcase and took down six or eight books from the lowershelf, to place them on a chair, before he hurried back to the table, caught up a nice hot plate and a fork, and then transferred half a dozenout of the eight nicely browned meat buns from the dish, carried theplate to the opening in the bookshelf, and pushed it as far back as itwould go. 

Returning to the table, he paid his next attentions to a little pile ofhot and buttered bread cakes, a kind of food in which Martha excelled. Taking up a couple of these, one in each hand, he was moving once moretowards the bookcase, but turned back directly. 

"Sure to be dusty in there, " he muttered; and, turning back to thetable, he deposited the cakes in a plate, which the next minute wasstanding beside its fellow in the back of the bookcase. 

The boy's next act was to replace the books; but there was not room forthem and the plates, and the consequence was that they projected about acouple of inches from the edge of the shelf, while when he tried to shutthe glass bookcase door, it too, stood a little way out. 

"Don't suppose she will see, " he muttered, and, satisfied now with whathe had done, he went and unbolted the dining-room door, and, feelingvery guilty, took his place at the table, poured out his tea, was veryliberal with the sugar and milk, and then helped himself to one of thetwo sausage cakes left and a slice of hot bread. 

He had got about half-way through Martha's appetising cake and had takenthree good half-moon bites out of a slice of hot bread, thinking deeplythe while, and munching mechanically with his mouth full, but quiteunconscious of the flavour of that which he ate, when the door wasthrown open and Bella entered, making the boy jump and feel more guiltythan ever. 

"It's only me, Master Waller. I have just come to see how you aregetting on, " continued the girl, as she advanced towards the table, scanning everything that it held, "and whether I can--oh, my!" she burstout, snatching up her apron and holding it to her mouth to try andstifle back an immoderate burst of laughter. 

The next moment she had rushed out of the room, this time allowing thedoor to bang behind her, while Waller jumped up, staring hard at thepartly closed bookcase door as if to read there the cause of the girl'squick exit. 

"She must have been watching at the keyhole, " he muttered to himself, for a guilty conscience needs no accuser, "and she's gone to tell cook. "

But it was something quite different that Bella was telling herfellow-servant, after throwing herself down in one of the kitchen chairsand laughing hysterically till she cried and choked. 

"Oh, don't be such a stupid, " grunted plump Martha, standing over herand thumping her back. "What is it you have seen? Don't keep it all toyourself. What are you laughing at? You will have a fit directly. "

"Oh! oh! oh-h-oh!" sobbed Bella. "Do leave off, cook. You _hurt_. "

"Then tell me what you are laughing at. "

"He's--he's--he's--oh, dear!--oh, dear! I never saw such a sight in mylife! I hadn't been gone more than five minutes when--ho! ho! ho! ho!"

"Look here, " cried cook, who was enjoying her fellow-servant's mirth, and who began thumping again at poor Bella's back, "do you want me tothump it out of you?"

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Do a-done, cook!" sobbed out Bella, hysterically and incoherently. "Not more than five minutes, and hismouth so full he couldn't speak, and his eyes staring at me out of hishead, and he had gobbled up nearly all the sausage cakes and all the hotbread, and I don't know how many cups of tea he had had, but the onebefore him was quite full. But oh, Martha, do a-done, and let me laughit out, or I shall die!"

Plump Martha's face was wreathed with smiles, and she chuckled a littleaudibly at her fellow-servant's mirth, while her pleasant little vanitywas agreeably tickled at the appreciation of her culinary efforts allthe while. 

"You are such a stupid, Bella, " she said, good-humouredly. "When onceyou begin to laugh you never know how to leave off. I don't seeanything to laugh at. Poor dear boy, he'd had no dinner, and only amorsel of cold pork-pie since breakfast, and he does like my cakes. "

CHAPTER SEVEN. 

SECRET PREPARATIONS. 

Waller's appetite was gone. The girl seemed to have taken it out of theroom with her, and the boy thrust his hands into his pockets and satthinking for some time about his plans, and ended by rising from hishardly touched meal to cross to the bell. But a fresh idea occurred tohim, and, going back to the table, he took his untouched cup, carried itcarefully to the open window, and emptied it upon a flower-bed; then, returning the cup, he rang the bell, waited till he heard Bella's stepin the hall, and then began to parade in a sort of "sentry go" up anddown in front of the partly open bookcase, while the maid, after aglance at the boy's averted countenance and frowning face, not daring tocatch his eye for fear of bursting out into a fresh fit of laughter, began to clear the table. 

Neither spoke till the task was pretty well finished, and then the girllooked up at Waller, next at the table, and lastly about the room. 

"Well, " she exclaimed, "if I couldn't declare that I brought two moreplates!"

Waller paid no apparent heed to the remark, but continued his "sentrygo, " breathing rather hard the while, till Bella left the room, when heuttered a low sigh of relief. 

But the boy's thoughts had not been idle during this time, and as soonas he was free to carry out his plans he opened the door, listened tothe murmur of voices in the kitchen, and then ran to the bookcase, tookout his supply of provender, had another listen, and then ran with thetwo plates upstairs, past the main set of bedrooms, and then up the nextflight to a room in the front which was devoted to his pursuits. 

Here he had books, tools, stuffed birds, fishing-tackle, a wonderfullyuntidy lot of specimen birds' nests and their eggs arranged on shelves;in short, in addition to a pallet bedstead and bed that were very rarelyused, a most glorious muddle of the odds and ends and collections dearto the heart of a country lad, all of which were under an interdict notto be touched by the brush, broom, or duster of the maids. 

Waller's actions gave the key to his thoughts. 

The cereal and carnal cakes were thrust into a closet, and the boyproceeded then to turn down and feel the bed, over which he frowned andseemed in doubt; but the next minute he had rushed out of the room anddownstairs to his own chamber, to strip a couple of blankets from thebed, smooth it over again, and make it rougher than it was before, afact which he grasped and puzzled over for a moment, before exclaiming, "Bother!" and, after listening at the head of the stairs, he rushed upinto his work-room with the blankets. 

That seemed to him to be all that he could do, till it occurred to himthat the room felt hot and stuffy, so he threw open the window, fastening back the casement, and stood gazing out at a great rugged oldScotch fir not many feet away, one apparently of great age, and whichcut off a part of the view over the undulating greenery of the forest. 

Quite satisfied now, and with a sigh of relief, the boy went out to thelanding, carefully locked the door and pocketed the key. 

"Let 'em think, " he muttered with a grim smile upon his lips, "it's acuriosity I found in the woods. "

By this time he was down in the gallery and passing his own chamber, where he stopped short, bringing himself up with the ejaculation--

"Oh! Bella will be at me about the blankets! Bother! What shall Isay? Tell her to mind her own business, " he cried half-savagely; and asif to get away from his thoughts he ran down into the hall, snatched hiscap from the stand, and then hurried away for the woods. 

But it was not in his ordinary free and careless fashion, for histhoughts haunted him, and every now and then he kept turning round as iffancying that he was followed. Now his eyes were directed back at theold ivy-covered house, where he expected to see the maid watching himfrom one of the windows. Soon after, when the Manor was hidden by theclustering oaks that were scattered park-like among the fields, he waslooking over his left shoulder to see if that was the fat villageconstable in the distance bending down so as to creep along unobserved, and not one of his father's mouse-coloured cows. 

Hurrying on, and right into the forest, his next fancy was that he hearda distant shout, one that was answered, though it might have been anecho, and his heart beat a little faster as he set both sounds down tosoldiers searching among the trees and hallooing to one another so as tokeep in touch. 

"Oh, I say, " he muttered to himself, as he proceeded, keeping to thedensest portions of the forest, and doubling the labour in threading hisway, "who could have thought that it would make one feel so queer? Ihaven't done anything--at least, nothing much--to mind, and here am Ifeeling as if I had been guilty of nobody knows what. No wonder thatpoor chap felt so bad and pulled out the pistol. What did he say hisname was? Boyne? Let's see--Battle of the Boyne--where was that? Oh, I know--King James, and he was a Stuart. Nonsense! That couldn't havehad anything to do with his name. Let's see; I had better wait till itgets dusk, and then--oh, I'll risk it. I'll smuggle him up to the houseand upstairs. But what about Joe Hanson? Mustn't run against him. He's always pottering about outside the house towards evening, just asif he thought I wanted to go down the garden and help myself to applesand pears. Like his impudence, with his `my garden' and `my fruit, ' andall the rest of it; and father said that I was to take what I liked, andthat he should be proud to leave it to my discretion. It will come to arow one of these days, for I shall hit out at Master Joe, and then hewill go and complain. Bother Joe Hanson! I want to think about thatpoor chap lying out there amongst the bracken. What a miserable, haggard scarecrow he did look, just like some poor beggarly tramp. Butone could feel that he was a gentleman as soon as he began to speak. There; best way will be to take him boldly up to the front door andright up the stairs, and chance it. One never tries to play the sneakand get anywhere unseen without running bang up against somebody. "

These and similar thoughts so took up the boy's attention that it waslike a surprise to him when, close upon sunset, and when the shadowswere deepening in the forest, he found himself close to the spot wherehe had left the fugitive; and there he stopped short, listening andthen, feeling that he must not seem to be peering about, he took out hisknife, cut down a nice straight rod of hazel, and began to whittle andtrim it, apparently intent upon his task, but with his ears twitchingand his lowered eyes peering to right and left in every direction, as heseemed to be unconsciously changing his position. 

"Wish I were as clever as Bunny Wrigg, " he muttered. "He's just like afox for hiding, throwing anyone off the scent. He'd have got herewithout anybody seeing him, while, for aught I know, I may have beenwatched all the time--by soldiers, perhaps. That must have been some ofthem I heard shouting. Oh, it is so queer, " he muttered passionately, as he hacked off the twigs of the stout sapling. "Only this morning Iwas as happy as I could be, and now my head's all of a buzz with worry. Wish I'd gone and found Bunny Wrigg and told him all; he'd have helpedme and enjoyed the job. I don't know, though. There's that hundredpounds reward. I am glad, after all, I didn't trust him. This is oneof the things like father talked to me about where one has no businessto trust anybody but oneself. Here, I mustn't go straight up to thehiding-place, in case I am watched. Oh, how suspicious I do feel!"

Turning short round, he began to retrace his steps, acting as if he hadfulfilled his purpose and come expressly for that hazel-rod, which hewent on trimming, humming a tune the while, which unconsciously mergedinto one of the Scottish ditties about "Charley over the water. "

He sauntered on for some distance, till, coming to what he considered asuitable spot, he glanced furtively to right and left without turninghis head, and then, having pretty well trimmed his rod, he began totreat it as if it were a javelin, darting it right away before him, andrunning after it to catch it up and aim it with a good throw at a treesome yards away. He went through this performance four or five timesover before aiming for a dense clump of the abundant bracken, into themidst of which he darted his mock spear, dashed in after it, and did notappear again, for the hazel-rod was left where it fell, and the boy wascrawling rapidly on hands and knees beneath the great bracken fronds, keeping well out of sight till, judging by the towering beeches which hetook for his bearings, he stopped at last, hot and panting with hisexertions, close to where he had left the young spy. 

CHAPTER EIGHT. 

HELPING THE FUGITIVE. 

Waller had managed so well that he had only a few yards to go; in fact, if the task had been undertaken by the tall gipsy-like woodland dweller, to whom he had referred as Bunny--a nickname, by the way, bestowed uponhim by the boy from his rabbit-like habits, though they were more foxy, as Waller felt, but he liked him too well to brand him with such aname--it could not have been done better. 

The next minute, with a vivid recollection of the pistol which had beenthrust into the fugitive's breast, the boy was creeping forward andlistening, till, as he came nearer, he became aware of a deep stertorousbreathing, almost a snore, and, closing up, he bent over, to lay onehand on the hidden pistol, so as to be well on his defence, while withthe other he gently shook the deep sleeper. 

Waller expected that the poor fellow would start up in wild affright, but his touch only resulted in a dull, incoherent muttering, and theshake had to be repeated two or three times before the fugitive slowlysat up and gazed at him vacantly, laying one hand upon his burningforehead the while. 

"Yes, " he said slowly, "What is it?"

"I have come back, " said Waller. "Don't you know me? Why, you are nothalf awake yet. It will be dark soon, quite dark by the time we gethome, and I am going to take you there. "

The poor fellow passed his hand two or three times across his forehead, as if to clear away some mist that hindered his perceptions. 

"I say, you have had a splendid sleep, " continued Waller. "Feel betternow?"

"Sleep? Better? I don't know--don't know. Yes, I do. You came andbrought me something to eat, and I have been to sleep and dreamingabout--Oh!" he groaned, and, leaning forward and covering his face withhis hands, he began to rock himself to and fro as if the mental agonyfrom which he suffered was too hard to bear. 

Waller looked on in silence for a few moments, before reaching forwardand laying his hand upon the poor fellow's shoulder, when the touchacted like magic. His hands were caught in those of the fugitive, whorose painfully to his feet and spoke in a low, quick, hurried way. 

"Yes, " he said, "I am ready. Take me where you said; but, " he added, glancing sharply round with a wild and fevered look in his eyes, "didthe soldiers come, or did I dream it?"

"Dreamt it, " said Waller emphatically. 

"Ah!" was sighed. "Am I speaking properly? I--I don't quite know whatI say. It's my head, I suppose--my head. "

"You are not quite awake, " said Waller encouragingly. "There, come downto the river and bathe your face. It's getting beautifully cool now;and then we will go gently home through the woods. "

The poor fellow nodded quickly, obeying his companion to the letter, andseeming to trust himself entirely in his hands. 

He seemed a little clearer after lying down and bathing his face; but asthey walked slowly towards the Manor there were moments when he began toturn dizzy and reeled. But they reached the old Elizabethan house atlast, quite in the dusk of evening, and, following out his settledplans, Waller led his companion in through the porch, across the hall, and upstairs, quite unseen, and rather breathless himself, while hiscompanion seemed to have grown calmer. He unlocked the door of his den, threw it open, and closed it upon them with a sigh of relief, as hesaid, --

"There, sit down in that old chair--gently, for the bottom's broken. This is my own room. " Then, as the poor fellow sank back heavily in thevery ancient chair, one that Waller had rescued from the lumber-room forhis own particular use, he said, "I say: I won't be above a minute. Don't you stir. I am going downstairs to get a light. "

There was no reply, and, hurriedly descending, Waller fetched candle andstick, to return and find the "something" that he had brought in fromthe forest fast asleep once more. 

"Now we shall be all right, " he said. "I have got some supper for you. What, asleep again?" he continued, more gently. "Well, you had betterlie down. Here, I say, have a nap on the bed. Get up, and I'll helpyou. You had better undress. "

The poor fellow grasped a portion of his wishes, and rose mechanically, reeled to the bed, and fell across it with his legs trailing upon thefloor; but a few minutes after, with his young host's help, he wasproperly installed outside, dressed as he was, to sink at once into adeep, feverish sleep. 

There was no suppering that night for the stranger, who slept on, muttering quickly at intervals, and was still sleeping when Waller stoleup to his side again and again at intervals during what seemed to be aninterminably long night; for though he pretended to go to bed, the boycould not sleep for more than an hour at a time, and when he did it wasonly to start up from some troubled dream connected with the incidentsof the past day, for he was suffering badly from a new complaint--fugitive on the brain. 

CHAPTER NINE. 

IN HIDING. 

"What's he doing now?" said Martha. "Isn't going to be ill, is he?"

"Ill?" said Bella, contemptuously. "Not he!"

"But he's shut up in that attic, isn't he?"

"Yes, I told you so. Got another of those whim-whams in his head, andmaking a litter of some kind--skinning snakes or something that he'scaught in the woods. "

"Ugh!" ejaculated cook. "If there's anything I can't abear it's themnasty scrawmy things. Did you tell him his dinner was ready?"

"Yes, and he nearly snapped my head off. "

"What does he want to be skinning snakes for?" said the cook. 

"Oh, I don't know--horrid things! He's got about half a dozen up thereas he did last year; peels all the skins off, same as you do with theeels, and then turns them inside out again, fills them full of sand, andthen twists them up and leaves them to dry. "

"And what then?" said cook. 

"Pours all the sand out again. "

"But, I say, has he got them up there alive before he skins them?"

"I don't know as he has got any at all, " said Bella shortly. 

"Then why did you say he had?"

"I didn't. I only said I supposed he had, because he's always skinningsomething or another. He's got owls, and stoats, and all sorts ofthings that he gets in the forest, or that nasty fellow Bunny Wriggbrings for him. "

"Oh!" said the cook. "Because I am not going to sleep upstairs if he'sgot live snakes to come crawling out of his room at all times in thenight. "

But though guilty of many such acts as the maid charged him with, Wallerwas not engaged with any taxidermic preparations, for his time duringthe past two days had been taken up in attendance upon the youngfugitive. 

For the first day the latter ate nothing, but passed the fulltwenty-four hours in a feverish sleep. Then he seemed to throw off thefever, and, thanks to his host, who was eager to supply him, graduallytransformed himself from the miserable, ragged, famished object intosuch a specimen of humanity as made Waller smile with satisfaction. 

"Why, " he said, "if the soldiers did come they wouldn't know you again. "

"Again?" replied the lad. "They've never seen me. "

"Well, I mean they wouldn't take you for a--for a--"

"There, say it, " cried the lad sadly, "For a spy. "

"I didn't mean spy, " said Waller. "I meant fugitive. "

"But they would. If I were questioned, what account could I give ofmyself? I have tried to do the work for which I came--for which wecame--and I have failed. I am not going to tell a lie. "

"No, of course not, " said Waller hotly; "but you might hold your tongue, or tell any impudent beggar who dared to ask you questions, to mind hisown business, if he didn't want to be kicked. "

"Should you speak to the soldiers like that?" said Boyne, with a smile. 

"Of course, " cried Waller. "What do I care for the soldiers?"

"Ah!" sighed the lad. "But never mind that. I am so grateful to youfor all you have done. "

"Oh, nonsense!" cried Waller, flushing. "People are always hospitablein the country. "

"So I have heard, " said the other; "but, if I had been your own brotheryou could not have done more for me. You have saved my life. "

"Oh, nonsense! I tell you. You make too much of it. I never had abrother, but fellows whom I have known at Winchester who have--they arenot so very fond of doing things for one another. They generally likefighting and knocking one another about. I suppose they oughtn't to, but they quarrel more with their brothers than they do with anyone else. But you mustn't touch their brothers, for if you do--oh my! You havethem on to you at once. Here, I say, I wish you wouldn't talk likethat. "

"Well, I will not. I don't want to go away and leave you, but I must. I can think of nothing else. "

"But why?"

"Because I am shut up here alone so much, a prisoner. "

"Yes, but it's only until it's safe for you to go away. You must seethat you ought to be patient. There, I'll bring you up books to read, to amuse you. "

"I can't read them. They wouldn't amuse me with my mind in this state. "

"Well; then, have a look at some of my things, " cried Waller, pullingout the drawer of a big press. "These are all traps and springs withwhich I catch birds and animals in the forest. Bunny Wrigg taught mehow to make them and how to use them. I wish you knew him. He's acapital fellow, and knows the forest ten times better than I do. "

"Oh, I don't want to know the forest--nor, your friend, " said the ladwearily. "I want to be free to come and go--as free as the birds andthose little animals, the squirrels, that I see out of the window. "

"Yes, of course you do, and so you shall be soon, " cried Waller. "Butyou haven't quite recovered yet from that feverishness and all you wentthrough. I say, have a look in this drawer. "

Waller thrust the open one in and pulled out another. "Look here, theseare my old nets with which we drag the hammer pond, and catch the carpand tench; great golden fellows they are, some of them; but the worst ofit is the pond's so deep that the fish dive under the net and escape. "

"And those which do not, " said the lad sadly, "you take in that net andmake prisoners of them. Poor things! And what good are they to youwhen you have caught them?"

"Good? Good to eat! I say, what a fellow you are to talk of the fishone catches as prisoners! Carp and tench are not human beings. "

"No, they are not human beings, " said the lad, smiling sadly; "but theyare prisoners, the same as I am. "

"Oh, I say, what stuff! To call yourself a prisoner, when you are onlya visitor here, and could come and go just as you like--at least, notquite, for it wouldn't be safe; but it will be soon. "

"What's that coil of new rope for?"

"That?" cried Waller. "Oh, that's a new rope for my drag-net. The oldone was quite worn out. You shall help me to fit this on if you like. "

"Thank you. I'll help you if you wish. "

"Well, I do wish, when you get well; but I don't care to see you in thedumps like this. Of course I know what it is: it's being shut up inthis room for so long. A few good walks in the forest would make you asright as could be. "

"Yes, " said the lad wearily. "I feel as if I should like to be outagain, for I often think when I am shut up here that it's like being abird in a cage. "

"Ah, you won't feel that long, " said Waller. 

It was the very next day when, after taking his new friend a selectionof what he considered interesting books, Waller announced that he shouldnot come upstairs again till the evening, for he had several things todo, and among others to write a letter to his father in London, and thentake it to the village post-office for despatch. 

"I don't think that either of the maids is likely to come up, " saidWaller, at parting; "but if they should try the door, all you have gotto do is to keep quite still. Of course, you will lock yourself in assoon as I am gone. Shall I bring you anything else to eat before I go?"

"No, " said the lad, with a weary look of disgust. "You bring me toomuch as it is; more than I care to have. Don't bring me any more till Iask. "

"I shall, " said Waller, with a laugh. "I am not going to have youstarve yourself to death up in my room. There, jump up and come andshut the door, and then have a good long read. I'll get back to you assoon as I can, and then we will have a good game at draughts or chess. But I mustn't be up here too much, or it will make the girls suspicious. There, good-bye for the present. "

Waller went down and busied himself at once over the letter to hisfather, telling him of some of the things that were going on, butcarefully--though strongly tempted--omitting all allusion to thefugitive. 

It was rather a slow and laborious task for the boy, clever as he was atmost things, though none too able in the use of a quill pen. But he gothis letter finished at last, the big post-paper carefully folded andsealed, and then went off to the post-bag at the little village shop, before hurrying back home to partake of his tea, which was waiting. 

It was a lonely meal, and the boy sighed as he stirred the sugar, andwished he could have Godfrey Boyne down, as companion for himself, andto cheer the poor fellow up. 

It was quite dark by the time he had done, and with the full intentionof suggesting that they should wait till the girls had gone to bed, andthen steal down together for a walk in the forest, the boy rose to goand make an observation or two as to the position of the servants, before stealing up to join his friend. 

Waller rose, went across to the bell, the pull of which he had taken inhis hand, when he was startled by a distant scream, followed by half adozen more, and the trampling of feet somewhere above, while, as herushed out into the hall, he was just in time to hear a door bang andquick steps hurrying along the kitchen passage. 

CHAPTER TEN. 

ALARMING SOUNDS. 

The thoughts of Godfrey Boyne occupied so much position in Waller'sbrain that he at once concluded something must be wrong with him, andrushing upstairs two at a time, and making sure that he was notfollowed, he continued the rest of his way in the darkness as silentlyas he could, pausing to listen at the top of the attic stairs, and thencautiously creeping to and trying the door of his den. 

All was perfectly still there, and he found the door fastened fromwithin. 

"False alarm, " he said to himself; and he crept down again to make hisway to the kitchen, from which, as he drew nearer, there came fainthysterical cries and a most unpleasant smell of burning. 

Hurrying into the kitchen, Waller found that the cries came from Bella, who was lying upon her back upon the shred hearthrug in front of thekitchen fire, while Martha was trying to bring her fellow-servant roundfrom a fainting fit, and causing the horrible stench by burning thedried wing of a goose close to the girl's nostrils and making her sneezeviolently. 

"Oh dear! Oh dear!" cried Bella, uttering a sob, and then giving ventto a tremendous sneeze. 

"Bless the King!" said Martha Gusset quietly. "Sneeze again, dear;it'll do you no end of good. "

The advice came rather late, for the girl's face was already wrinklingup for another nervous convulsion that seemed stronger than the last. 

"Bless the King!" said the cook again, "There, there, dear: you will bebetter soon. "

"What's the matter, Martha?" said Waller anxiously, and with a horribledread upon him that all had been found out. 

"She's had a fright, my dear. I don't quite know yet what it all means. She thinks she's seen something, but I daresay it's only one of themowls. "

"Oh, no, no, no, no!" sobbed Bella, "it was something dreadful--something dreadful!"

"Well, well, then, my dear, tell us what it is, " said Martha, in hermost motherly way, "and it will do you good. "

"Oh, it was dreadful!" moaned Bella. "I remembered that I had forgottento shut the window in master's chamber, which I opened this afternoon tolet the sun in and get the room aired, and without stopping to fetch alight I went up in the dark, and then--and then--Oh dear! Oh dear! Ohdear! Oh dear!"

"Take another sniff of the feathers, my dear, and have a good sneeze, and that will relieve you. "

"Oh, do a-done, cook, and throw the nasty thing behind the fire. I wasjust coming out again into the gallery, when I heard something horrid. "

"Heard?" cried Waller excitedly. "Then you didn't see it?"

"No, Master Waller. I only heard it walking. Somewhere up by yourroom--I mean your den, as you call it. And then all in the dark therecome _bumpity bump_ all down the stairs, and I shruck and shruck again, and ran for my life. "

"My!" said cook. "Was it as bad as that? But what was it, my dear?"

"Oh, I don't know, cook. Something dreadfully horrid, and it wasdragging a dead body all down the stairs, and knocking the back of thehead hard on every step. "

"Fancy!" said Martha, with an emphatic sniff. "It's all stuff, andnonsense. No such thing could have happened. It was all because youwent up in the dark. "

From feeling startled, and in dread of his secret being known, a rapidchange came over Waller; half-suspecting what must have occurred, andfinding it covered by the girl's superstitious notions, added to whichthere were the feathers, the sneezes, and the cook's blessings upon hisMajesty King George the Third, the boy's risible faculties were sobestirred that he burst into a roar of laughter. 

The effect was almost magical. Bella, who had been lying stretched outupon her back, tapping the floor with her heels occasionally in herparoxysms, suddenly started bolt upright, to exclaim in an indignantvoice--

"Yes, it's all very fine for you to laugh, Master Waller!"

"Well, who wouldn't laugh at such nonsense?" said the boy. 

"But it isn't nonsense, nor it isn't stuff, cook. You may laugh, sir, but there's something walks up and down there in the dead of the night, and I heard it only last night, too, and told cook. "

Martha Gusset slowly bent her head by way of acquiescence, and made asif to throw the goose-wing, with which she had been fanning herself, behind the fire, but altered her mind, and put it on the chimneypiecewith the bright brass candlesticks. 

"Up and down where?" asked Waller. 

"Oh, I don't know, sir; but it was somewhere in the roof. "

"Bah!" cried Waller, contemptuously. "And pray what did cook say?" hewent on, as he gave a glance at the comfortable-looking dame. 

"Said she was a silly goose, my dear, " cried the lady of the kitchen, with something like a snort, "and that she mustn't eat so much forsupper. I telled her, Master Waller, that she might go up and down thestairs and passages in the dead of the night for a hundred years, andshe'd never see anything uglier than herself. "

"Ah, you wait, " said Bella. 

"Did you hear or see anything, cook?" said Waller tentatively. 

"I always go to bed to sleep, my dear. "

"But I mean this evening, just now?"

"No, my dear. I had had my tea, and was having a comfortable nap overthe fire. "

"Why, Bella, " said Waller, laughing, "you must have heard one of thosebig bouncing rats that make their nests in the ivy, and come in throughthe windows in the night. "

"Ah, you may sneer at me, Master Waller, but I wouldn't sleep up therealone of a night for crowns of gold. It was just as I said. It wasjust like one of those horrid things you see in the old books inmaster's library, dragging dead bodies down the stairs. "

"Rat dragging a dead sparrow, " said Waller, and he hurried out of thekitchen to make his way out into the hall, where, consequent upon herfright, Bella had not lit the lamp, and then cautiously upstairs to thetop attic, where he softly tried the door. He found it still fastened, and uttered a low signal agreed upon between the boys. 

This was responded to by the click of the lock, and as Waller enteredhis fugitive guest went on tiptoe back to the old chair on which hepassed so much of his time, and there was just faint light enough comingthrough the window to show that he was softly rubbing his back. 

"What's the matter?" said Waller. 

"Fell down and hurt myself--all down those stairs. Made a big lump onmy head. "

"Why, what were you doing?"

"Oh, I waited till it was growing dark, and then I felt that I must getout of this room, if only for a few moments, just to breathe the air inthat big passage. But the steps were so horribly polished with wax thatI went down from top to bottom. "

"Oh!" said Waller. "Then I suppose you don't know that you frightenedone of our maids. "

"Did I? I think I did hear somebody shriek. "

"You did; and if you do things like that again, all will be found out. I shall get into terrible trouble, and you will be caught, and you knowwhat that means. "

"Yes, " said Godfrey sadly; "I know what that means. "

"Well, then, I don't mean to trust you any more, " said Waller, "and Ishall keep that door locked until I feel it's safe. As soon as I canget you out, we will go off into the woods. I only hope our maid won'ttalk about it, but I am afraid she will. "

There was cause for Waller's fear, for the very next day Bella told thegardener all about her alarm, and that night when he went down to thevillage shop, Joe Hanson made a small audience of the village peopleopen their eyes widely, stare, and feel, as they told one another, acurious creepy sensation right down their backs. 

One of the gardener's audience was Tony Gusset, a man who did not workmuch at shoe-making or mending, but when he did he thought a great deal, and after this occasion he mused much over what Bella had heard. Thenhe put that and that together, and thought of a certain reward of ahundred pounds for the taking, dead or alive, of any one of the Frenchspies who had sought refuge in the forest; and that reward haunted thevillage constable and kept him awake all night. 

The next day, too, Bella's, fright was food for reflection, and he mixedup with it the appearance of certain soldiers who had been billeted inthe next village. 

Tony Gusset thought very slowly, and he reasoned a good deal as well, and it resulted in his asking himself this question: If a man knew wherethe spies were and showed them to the soldiers, how much would he get, and how much would the soldiers want for their share?

CHAPTER ELEVEN. 

WEARY OF HIDING. 

"If he sees me going up and down like this he'll tell me I look like awild beast in a cage, and he'll be quite right; I do. I feel like one. There are moments when it seems as if I can't bear it. All this drearywait, wait, wait; all this longing to be out in the fresh air, free. Itmakes my head throb, and when he comes I could quarrel with him andfight, good chap as he is, so anxious to help me. And then there arethe things he brings me. But I can't eat. I must--I will get out, ifit's only for an hour's run so as to make myself tired. What must itfeel to be a real prisoner, shut up, poor wretch, for years!"

Godfrey Boyne, who looked thin and haggard still, was sitting upon theedge of the truckle bed, elbows on knees, chin upon one hand, while thenails of the other were brought close to his firm teeth, to be nibbledand gnawed down till they were close to the quick, as their owner gazedstraight out through the open window at the remains of the glowingsunset, which were paling fast. 

"Why hasn't he been to see me all these hours?" he muttered. "He mustknow how dreary it is up here. He ought to have come. Books, " hemuttered, as he glanced sharply round, his eyes lighting for a momentupon one that lay open upon a chair; "I couldn't read when it was allbright and light, and even if I could force myself to now, it will soonbe dark. It was enough to make me angry and bang one book down, andthrow the other in the corner. Hasn't he any brains? To pick out suchbooks as those--escapes from prison. Oh, how I should like to escapefrom mine and get into the woods! He promised to take me. But, ofcourse, I would come back. I wouldn't have Waller think me ungratefulfor the world. I can't help liking him very much; but he'd think itsilly if I told him I did. He won't take me out to-night. He'd sayagain that it wasn't safe while the soldiers were about; and I supposehe's right. Oh, how miserable it is! I daren't even look out of thewindow for fear of being seen by the servants or the gardener. Well, itwill soon be dark, and then I can stare out at the stars. I wonderwhether father got away, and what he thinks about me. Let's see, howdid that fellow escape?" he added, after an interval, during which darkclouds were sweeping up from the west, and the room seemed to fill withgloom. "Let's see, he made himself a rope. "

A rope!

The lad sprang from his seat with the alacrity of a wild animal, for thevery mention of a rope gave full play to his imagination, and sent himhurrying to and fro to the full extent of what he looked upon as hiscage. 

The next moment he was down upon his knees dragging out one of thedrawers which contained his young host's treasures. In an instant thegreat tangle of fine meshes, pike-shaped leads, and strung-togethercorks was thrust on one side, while, with a faint sigh of exultation, the prisoner drew out the coil of light brown, pleasant-smelling, firmlytwisted hemp that had been intended to form the new drag-rope of thenet. 

"Hah!" panted the lad, as he threw the coil like a great quoit upon thequilt, and then thrust in the drawer. 

The next minute he was seated upon the edge of the bed with the rope inhis lap, and busily untying the string that, in three places, secured itin shape, for it was brand new, just as it had come from the shipchandler's in Southampton City. 

This was soon done, the stiff rope beginning to expand its rings as ifit were some live serpent-like creature eager to escape from its bonds. But Godfrey Boyne paid no heed to this, not even once thinking ofcoiling it up again and replacing it in the drawer, for, as he thoughthard, breathed hard, and felt his spirits expanding like the rope at thethoughts of being free, he saw in imagination the deep dark forestglades, felt the mossy, springy turf beneath his feet, and gave way tothat strange half-wild excitement which comes at times upon a boy, andsets him bounding off like some wild creature of the plains, to run, andrun, and run onward for no reason at all, until he is forced to stop forwant of breath. 

"Oh, yes, " he muttered, "I can fasten it to that beam, slide down, havemy run, and get back again without Waller knowing; and I will. No oneshall see me. I'll take care of that. "

The thought of being at last in action sent a thrill through the lad'sbreast, as if he had taken some powerful tonic, while, as if Nature wascompletely transforming him, he sprang up again, laying the cord uponthe bed, and began to pace the sloping-ceiled room once more. 

It seemed as if Nature were favouring him further, for the darkness cameon like magic till there was quite obscurity enough to favour hisdesigns, and, going straight to the window he thrust out his head. 

"He will not be up till after he has had his supper, and I could have acouple of hours' run before then, " thought the boy; and, leaning out, heplunged his hands into the thick ivy. 

"What do I want with a rope?" he muttered. "I could climb down here byholding on to these tough stems. Any of these are strong enough to bearme, and--"

_Crack_!

The tuft of green growth he was holding and involuntarily pressing hard, snapped off short and fell to the ground, rustling softly as it passedover the projecting strands. 

Godfrey Boyne shook his head and laughed. 

"I should get down quickly enough, " he said to himself, "but what aboutgetting back?"

Drawing in his head, he felt for--as it was getting very dark--one endof the thin rope, and then, mounting a stool, he passed the stronghempen twist over the beam, which just allowed room for it to pass, knotted the end, made a slip noose, drew it tight, and then, feeling forthe other end of the coil, he began to run it out through the opendormer, listening with wild exultation to the passage of this narrowhigh-road to liberty over the rustling ivy. 

It was all excitement now. There was no room for hesitation, as, passing one leg out of the window, holding on to the centre support thewhile, he drew out the other, lowered himself a little, reaching outwith his feet so as to get them beyond the stone gutter below, and then, seizing the rope, he twined one leg round it and began to let himselfslide. 

But it was not done without noise. The twigs of ivy, as he passed overand through them, crackled and snapped; while, as he slid down more andmore, and the projecting gutter held the rope out clear, he began toperform evolutions like those of a leg of mutton, pendent from aroasting-jack, the rope displaying more and more desire to untwine. 

Gripping it tightly, and using his other leg as a break against furtherdescent, Godfrey stopped short to listen, and as he did so he sufferedfrom a catching of the breath, for all at once he heard a sound fromwithin the house, the ivy on a level with his face became illuminated, and a candle was carried past the window of the room by which he swung. 

He had a glimpse of a woman's face, and as he felt convinced by thegleam of her eyes that she must see him, the light grew less, and wasgone. 

The next minute the lad, after a few more evolutions that threatened tomake him giddy, felt his feet touch the soft earth of a flower-bed, fromwhich he swung himself on to the lawn, and was feeling about for theloose rope finding that there were at least twenty yards lying aboutamongst the shrubs. 

These he gathered together into one spot, and, with a feeling ofexultation growing in his sense of freedom, he gave a sharp glancethrough the darkness to right and left, and then, making for thecarriage-drive, whose position he fully knew now, he strode off rapidlyand silently in the direction of one of the forest paths which ledtowards the little village; but of this fact he was naturally unaware. 

CHAPTER TWELVE. 

AN ADVENTURE. 

Godfrey Boyne, consequent upon the darkness, was forced to keep to thewell-beaten road; but it was grand. He breathed freely; there was afeeling of exultation to make his chest expand; his nostrils quiveredwith the delight he felt; and from time to time he checked his strongdesire to run, and stopped to listen to the sounds that arrested hisattention on either side--sometimes soft and mysterious, sometimesstartling. 

There was the low rustling amongst last year's leaves as some mouse wasbusy. Then the faint trickling of a worm struggling with a strand whichit was fighting hard to drag into its hole. 

A little farther on he was startled by a sudden rush as somethingbounded away from close to his feet; and, as he stood breathing hard, hecould hear it go on _pat, pat, pat, pat_, right away, till the soundsdied out. 

He knew it was a rabbit, but the suddenness made his heart beat fasterall the same. 

Then he was off again, to startle--as he had been startled himself--ablackbird or thrush suddenly awakened from its roost, or hear the loudflapping of a wood-pigeon beating through the trees overhead. 

There were other sounds, too, to which he could not give a name. But itwas all dark, mysterious, and delightful, as he went on cautiously lesthe should lose touch of the road, and find difficulty in getting back. 

How long this lasted, or how far he had gone, was driven, out of hismind soon after, when he came to a sudden turn in the wood wheresomething dimly seen glided by him, close to his face, uttering a mostunearthly shriek which, to use the common expression, brought his heartto his mouth and seemed to fix his feet to the ground. 

Then it was gone, gliding away upon silent wing, and he had sufficientcommonsense to attribute the sound to a screech-owl. 

"Not one of those, " he muttered, "that hoot and shout and answer oneanother as they fly round the house at night. There, " he said, with asigh, "I won't stop any longer. I don't know how long I have been, butI don't want Waller to find me out. He wouldn't like it; and it doesn'tseem right. "

He stopped, hesitating now, the incident of the passing owl that he hadcome upon, and startled into uttering its shriek of dread on findingitself suddenly in such close contact with its great enemy, man, havingconfused him a little as to his direction, and it was some momentsbefore he was sure of his road. 

But he was taking the right course, and, feeling more himself, lessmorbid and nervous, refreshed as he was by the exercise, interest, andpure fresh air, he reached the gate at the end of the drive, passed onup into the grounds and, during the latter part of his return journey, was guided by the light in the porch and in the dining-room window. 

"It was all so easy, " he said to himself, "and I could do it again atany time. But no; I won't. I won't give way to those feelings. It'sungenerous to Waller, and he is such a good fellow. I am sure he likesme, and I want to be grateful and like him too. If he found me out Ishould lose his respect and confidence. "

These were the lad's last thoughts in this direction, for he had reachedthe lawn, over which he passed lightly, and began feeling about for therope. 

Then his heart seemed to stand still, and a choking feeling assailedhim, for the rope was gone--only for a few moments, for as he rousedhimself to action, and mastered his feeling of dismay, he awoke to thefact that he was feeling beneath the wrong window. Then a few yards tohis right his searching hand came in contact with the firm twisted cord, which he grasped with both hands as high up as he could reach, drew uphis legs to get the rope twisted round, and then began to--climb? No--gently swing to and fro. It was a very pleasant motion as he brushedagainst the shrubs and once bumped up against the sill of one of thelower windows, but it was not what he wanted. 

For the first time in his life he was realising that, though it is veryeasy to slide down a rope, it is quite a gymnastic feat, only to bemastered by long practice, to climb up a cord that is comparativelyslight. 

"Oh, why didn't I remember to make a knot at every foot?" thought thelad, as he severely abused himself for his folly and ignorance duringthe intervals of struggling hard to get, if only a few feet up, towardsthe window, but toiling in vain and only growing hotter and moreexhausted in spite of all. 

He rested for a while, and once more tried, rested, and tried again, andat last, utterly fagged out, he gave up in despair. 

He was so wearied out that, still holding by the rope, he sank upon hisknees amongst the shrubs that dotted the broad bed beneath the windows, and even when his breath was coming easily once more, and the hotburning pain in his chest had subsided, the spirit to make anotherattempt was wanting, and, with a feeling of despair increasing, he beganto plan what he should do till morning--whether he could get round tothe back and find an entrance to the stables and pass the night in aloft, so as to try and steal in some time in the morning, and reach theattic unseen. 

"But Waller will be going up and finding that I am gone, " he thought. "He will see the rope hanging out of the window, and--Oh, what an idiotI have been! If I had only waited and been patient for another day ortwo, perhaps--" He stopped short, for he was conscious of what soundedlike a deep sigh close at hand, then of a heavy stertorous breathing, and, dimly seen, not a couple of yards away, he made out the shape of abig, heavy, stooping man, passing over the lawn very slowly, and as iflooking for him. For that was the only interpretation that he couldplace upon the man's movements. 

It was not Waller, nor the gardener, for certain; but who it could be, in his excitement, he could not hazard a conjecture. He himself wasfugitive and spy, and the only interpretation natural was that this manwas hunting for him, and he was lost. 

So startled was the boy by the adventure, so exhausted by what he hadgone through, that it never occurred to him to make a dash for liberty. He crouched there, literally paralysed, and for the moment he could notbelieve it true that, due to his silence and position, he was unseen, and the man had passed away into the darkness, and his heavy pantingbreath had died away. In the reaction came the thought of what he oughtto do, and with it the wonder that it had not occurred to him before. 

Pausing a few brief moments to make sure that he was quite alone, Godfrey rose from his crouching position, and, with the rope glidingthrough his hand, he stepped outward on to the lawn at right-angles tothe front of the house, to feel the next minute the sharp needles of thebig fir-tree brushing his face and making a crickling, crackling noiseas the rope, which passed through his hands, rustled among the boughs. 

The next minute he had forced his way in close up to the trunk, and, running the rope through his hands, till he got hold of the free end, hefastened it round his waist and then began to climb. 

It would have been easy enough getting from bough to bough, which stoodstraight out, and was facile for one who mounted as if he were going upa ladder; but there was the rope, which kept catching and the noise itmade as he had to shake and snatch to free it in its passage amongst thelower branches. 

But he persevered, and climbed and climbed with his task growinglighter, the branches thinner, and he found himself right up the grandold tree, which towered above the roof, leaving him now on a level withthe window from which he had lowered himself. 

Godfrey paused, breathless, with one arm round a horizontal branch torest himself a little and listen; but all was still, and, untying therope from about his waist, he passed it round the tree, a comparativelyeasy task now, for, embracing the trunk, his hands touched, and directlyafter he was hauling upon the rope, had drawn it tight, so tight that itwas pretty well horizontal, when, passing it round the trunk again, heknotted it firmly, forming a spider line ready for him to creep along tohis sanctuary in the roof. 

It required a little nerve, but the lad was desperate, and, trusting tohis knots at either end being firm, he took hold of the rope, let hisfeet glide down, and then began to travel hand over hand, swinging moreand more till his feet ceased to touch the nearest, boughs, when, throwing them up, he hooked first one leg and then the other over thegiving rope, and, relieving the weight upon his arms, began to creepmore quickly over the ten or fifteen yards which separated thetree-trunk from the house. 

The rope, in spite of his efforts to tighten it, formed a deep bow as hewent along, easily at first, but with the difficulty increasing as thedepth of the curve was passed, and the latter part was somewhat of aclimb. 

But almost before he could realise it, he was passing through the windowwith his eyes closed, and his first intimation of the success of hisscheme was given by his right hand touching the knot which attached therope to the attic beam. 

Dropping his feet to the floor, and trembling violently with excitementand exertion, the lad took a step to the window and peered out, listening; but all was still, and, taking his knife from his pocket, hefelt for, and mounted the stool again, sawed through the rope, and, twisting it up till he had it tight from the tree, he leaned out, pulledhard once more so as to get the spring of the fir, and then threw itwith all his might. 

There was a faint rustle as, helped by the bend given to the upper partof the trunk, the rope left his hand and fell amongst the needle-coveredboughs, and then, closing the window, the lad, panting more fromexcitement than exertion, crept to the door and listened till, makingsure that he heard Waller's step below, he rushed to the bed, draggeddown the clothes, sprang in, drew them up to his chin, and then, withhis face to the wall, lay with closed eyes, striving hard to subdue theheaving of his breast. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN. 

A REPRIMAND. 

Godfrey, as it happened, had time for his excitement to calm down, for, after listening intently for Waller's foot upon the last flight ofstairs, one of which always gave out a now familiar crack, he found thathe had allowed his imagination to invent, for he had not heard hiscompanion coming up. In fact, a good ten minutes elapsed, during whichthe silence was profound, and, growing hotter than ever, lying therebeneath the clothes, fully dressed, and after going through a great dealof exertion, the listener half raised himself to get out, either toundress or to sit down calmly and wait. 

He was hesitating which to do, when there now came that unmistakablecrack which made him nestle down in the bed again, and draw the clothesto his chin, just as there was the sharp rattle of the key in the door. This was flung open, and Waller sprang in, to dash through the darknessand thrust his head out of the window and look down into the gloombeneath. Drawing back directly, he faced inwards. 

"Godfrey, " he whispered sharply, "where are you? Are you there?"

There was no reply. 

"Do you hear?" whispered Waller, a little more loudly. "Where are you?What have you been up to?"

Still no reply, and the boy crossed quickly to place his hand upon thebed, and say, in an excited whisper as if relieved by what he hadfound--

"Oh, you are here. I thought you had gone. You can't be asleep. Whydon't you speak? There, " he cried, loudly now, "you are shamming!" Forhis hands had been travelling over the clothes. "Why, you are dressed!There, out you come!" And catching hold of the coverlet, he strippedeverything right down to the foot. 

Startled at this unexpected action, Godfrey sprang up, and, with handsrapidly following the gliding clothes, he seized them, threw himselfback, and dragged them up to his chin again. 

"There, I knew you were shamming! What game have you been up to?"

"Eh? What?" faltered the lad, trying to speak as if he were confused. "Is anything the matter? Have the soldiers come?"

"No, " cried Waller hotly, "but I have. There, it's no use to try andkeep up that sham. What have you been doing? You may just as wellconfess. There, you have got your boots on, too. You have not beendoing that for nothing. "

"What do you mean?"

"That you are trying to hide something, and you only got into bed tohide it when you heard me coming. What have you been doing?"

"What have I been doing?"

"Yes. I know. "

Godfrey was silent. 

"I did trust you. Thought you wouldn't attempt to do anything withoutconfiding in me. You have been trying to do, something with the rope. "

"Well, " said Godfrey sourly, "suppose I have! What then? And how didyou know?"

"How did I know? Why, I was just taking a walk round outside, and Ithought I'd have a look up at your window, and I don't know how it was, but I seemed to have a fancy that you had been striking a light, and hadgot a candle burning; and that meant for one of the servants to see, perhaps Joe Hanson, when they all knew that I was downstairs. Youdidn't do such a mad thing, did you?"

"No, of course not, " said Godfrey sulkily. 

"Then what did you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? What made you throw a rope out of the window so thatthe end of it hit me right across the head? What rope was it? How cameyou by it? Oh!" The boy dashed to the great press, pulled out one ofthe lower drawers, and thrust in his hand. "I thought so! You havebeen getting out that coil to fasten it to the window, and let it slip. "

Godfrey was silent. 

"Do you know the end of that hit me right across the head when youdropped it?"

Still no answer. 

"How I could have been so stupid as to let you see, I don't know. Why, you meant to go off on the sly by yourself. Were you going to run rightaway?"

"No, " replied Godfrey. "There, I'll tell you. I couldn't bear it anylonger. It was so dreadful being shut up, and I only wanted to go andhave a walk in the woods. I meant to come up again. "

"And you let the rope slip, and lost it. Lucky for you. Do you knowwhat it meant? You being strange to this place, and not knowing whichway to go, either losing yourself in the dark, or else blundering intothe village, where you would have been seen by some one. Why, thechances are that you would have blundered up against Joe Hanson, whogenerally goes round of a night seeing that the fowls are all right andno fox about after the ducks. I call it too bad, Godfrey, when I havebeen trying so hard to keep you safe until we can hear that the soldiersare gone. Now, I say, why don't you confide in me as you should? Don'tyou believe in me?"

"Yes, thoroughly, " said Godfrey, sadly, as he stretched out his hand inWaller's direction, touched him on the arm, and began to slide hisfingers down till they touched his hand; but Waller shrank away. 

"You don't trust me, " he said, "and I shan't trust you. "

"There, I'll confess all about it, " said the lad, in a low, husky tone. "I know now it was half-mad of me, but I couldn't bear the silence andloneliness any more. I felt that I must go and breathe the fresh nightair somehow, and so I fastened the rope and slid down and went and had awalk. It was after I had got back again, " he continued hurriedly, feeling too shamefaced to relate all the facts, "that I threw the ropeout of the window; and then you came up suddenly, and I felt so guiltythat I pretended I had gone to bed. "

"Just like a naughty little boy who knew that he had done somethingwrong, " said Waller bitterly. "I wouldn't have believed that a youngfellow like you, almost a man, would have acted like a child. "

"Don't be hard on me, Waller. You don't know what I suffered. Youcan't think what it is to be a prisoner like this. "

"No, and I can't think what made you act as you did. I can't understandhow you managed to climb up again. But why did you chuck the rope outof the window? You couldn't have heard me coming then. "

"No, " said Godfrey; and then it all came out. 

"Oh, " said Waller, "of course that was a white owl; but it was just as Itold you. Old Joe does make a snoring sort of noise when he has beenwalking fast or mowing, and he was prowling round before he went back tothe cottage, and looking to see if Bella had shut all the windows. He'srather fond of catching her out in forgetting them, and then he comesand tells tales, and they quarrel. Joe has got pretty sharp eyes, andyou must have sat there squat or else he'd have seen you. Well, Isuppose I must forgive you, but you had a very narrow escape. Do youknow what this means?"

"Yes; as you say, that you will forgive me, and we are going to befriends again. "

"Yes, but something more. That I must be up before daybreak, go to thetool-house for a rake, and smooth over your footsteps in the long bedunder the windows, and after that, get up the old fir-tree and pull downthe rope. I almost wonder that you didn't break your neck. You musthave been half-mad, old fellow. "

"Yes, " said Godfrey, with a sigh, "I must indeed. "

CHAPTER FOURTEEN. 

THE SEARCH. 

Godfrey started up from a deep sleep, to see it was morning with the sunshining brightly, and that the birds were singing, while Waller wasstanding by his bedside smiling at him as he looked at him wonderingly, and apparently quite confused. 

"Come, old fellow, wake up, " said Waller. "I have been up two hours. "

"Up two hours! I--there's nothing wrong, is there?"

"Wrong? No. You are always thinking some one's coming after you. It'sall right. "

"But I don't understand, " said Godfrey. 

"Why, you don't mean to say you've forgotten all about last night?"

"Last night!" cried the lad, with a start. 

"Oh, I had forgotten. No; I was not quite awake. You have been upearly to go and get that rope. "

Waller pointed to the big, old easy chair. 

"Does seem like it, doesn't it? There it is, all soaked with dew. Isoon got it down, and I have been busy over the bed. You had trampledit terribly, and there were two great bits of ivy snapped off as welland lying there. I've made it pretty tidy, and there has been such aheavy due that your footprints on the grass, and those of Joe Hanson, going round the house, are pretty well taken out. They'll be all rightnow, I think. "

"Oh, thank you, " cried Godfrey, with a sigh; "but now, I suppose, I mustgive up all hope of going into the woods with you again. "

"Nonsense! I only want you to wait till it's sensible to go. "

"Ah!" cried Godfrey. "I like to hear you talk so. Do you know, I wasdreaming this morning about what you said the other day. "

"What was that?"

"About getting me down to Lymington, and on board a fishing-boat. "

"And so I will. "

"Thank you. Then we will start to-night. "

"That we won't!" cried Waller. "Stuff! Nonsense! I hear from ourgardener that there are soldiers going about from place to place in theforest, and as likely as not we should run right up against them, forthey would be sure to be keeping watch at night. You wait a bit, and assoon as I think it's safe, and we have made all our plans, we will go. But don't you be in such a hurry. You are company for me, and I am suremy father wouldn't mind your staying on a while to get strong. I wantto hear that the soldiers are gone, and then you will be like a visitor, and we will have a good time of it in the woods, fishing, andcollecting, and one thing and another. "

"No, " said the lad sadly; "England is no place for me. I must get backto France. "

"You wait till you get better, " said Waller, "and you will talkdifferently. "

"Oh, but I am putting you in such a false position. Your servants willbe finding out that you have got me hidden here. "

"They'd better!" cried Waller hotly. "What business is it of theirs? Iam only answerable to my father. "

"And what will he say to you when he knows what you have done?"

"What will he say?" cried Waller enthusiastically. "He'll say--he'llsay--I don't know what, " and the boy stopped short. 

Another day elapsed, and Waller was chatting eagerly with his prisoner, and planning with him that they should steal out as soon as it was dusk, and go and have a ramble in the woods. 

"But it will be dark, " said Boyne wearily. 

"There, " cried Waller, "you are speaking as dumpily as you did when wefirst met. That means that you ought to be out in the fresh air. Ofcourse it will be dark. No, it won't, because there will be some moonto-night; and if it were dark it wouldn't matter. There's alwayssomething to hear, with the creatures in the forest hunting--owls, andstoats, and all sorts of night things. Why, I can find my way anywherenearly in the forest of a night. You don't know what fun it is till youget out there. I have been out with Bunny Wrigg sometimes when he hasbeen setting night-lines in the old hammer pond, and catching big eels, and sometimes wild ducks, and--Pst! Someone coming!"

"Master Waller, are you upstairs?" came from below; and the boy pressedhis finger on his lips and took a little saw from where it was hangingagainst the wall, put it down noisily, and picked up a hammer from whereit lay upon a bench-like table. 

The next moment he was tapping a box softly, as if he were driving in anail, while the uncarpeted stairs leading to the attic creaked, and thelight step of the girl was heard coming towards the door. 

Next moment she was knocking sharply. 

"Master Waller! Master Waller!" she cried excitedly. "You must comedown directly; you are wanted. "

"Eh?" cried the boy. "Who wants me?"

"There's Tony Gusset, sir, Martha's brother, and he's come along withsix soldiers. "

Waller sprang from his seat, striking the table a heavy blow with thehammer in his excitement as he rose, while his companion, who hadfollowed the example, took a couple of steps towards the open dormerwindow, and stood there with his lips pinched together and handsclenched. 

"What do they want?" cried Waller sharply, as he caught his companion bythe wrist. 

"They are coming to search the house, sir. "

"What?" shouted Waller hoarsely. 

"Coming to hunt for spies, sir. "

Waller drew a deep breath as if pulling himself together to face thedesperate position, and his companion looked at him wonderingly as hecalled out, in a voice full of assumed bravado:

"Oh, are they! I will come down to see about that!"

"Yes, sir, do, please. Martha's in such a way, and she's quarrellingwith her brother awful. "

"Go on down!" cried Waller, and he gave the table a heavy thump with hishammer before listening to the girl's descending steps, and breathinghard as if he had been running the while. 

As the girl's steps died out he faced round to look in the fugitive'seyes. There was a faint smile on the lad's lips as he caught Waller'shand and gripped it fast. 

"Thank you, " he said very calmly. "It's all over, Waller--brotherWaller. There, I am going to meet it like a man. "

"What!" said Waller, in a hoarse whisper, as if he thought their wordsmight be heard through the open window. "What are you going to do?"

"Surrender, " was the reply, "and take care that you come to no harm forharbouring me here. "

Waller laughed mockingly, as he snatched away his hand and clapped itand its fellow upon the other's shoulders. 

"You've been too long in France, " he whispered. "An English boy wouldnot give up like that. Never say die!"

"What do you mean?" panted the other, startled by Waller's earnestness. 

"To dodge these bloodhounds, as you call them, and give them the slip;and as for old bumpy Gusset, this is his doing, because he's got a spiteagainst father, and if you and I don't serve him out for it, my name'snot Waller Froy. Pst!" he whispered, with his lips close to the other'sear. "Don't make a rustle nor a sound, " he continued, after whisperingfor a few moments, "and never stir. I'll send them about theirbusiness, never fear. "

Short as was the time that this interchange of words had taken, it wastoo long, for loud, hoarse voices were heard as of men assembling in thehall, and, giving his companion an encouraging slap upon the back, Waller dashed out of the room, banged to the door, locked it, and thrustthe key into his pocket, keeping his hand there as he carelessly madefor the staircase, descended to the gallery, and the next minute waslooking over the broad balustrade down into the hall, where a couple ofsoldiers stood, with grounded muskets, staring through the dining-roomdoor, while another was in the porch on guard, and voices came from outof the room. 

"Hullo!" shouted Waller to the two soldiers, who had turned to look athim directly. "Who are you, and what do you want?"

Without waiting for an answer he took a couple of steps, threw himselfon to the great carved balustrade, and, rapidly gliding down upon hischest, literally shot off before he reached the upright scroll at thebottom, and faced the men. His loud questioning voice brought out asergeant, musket in hand, and sword and bayonet in his diagonal beltbehind, closely followed by a big, fat, puffy, unwholesome-looking manwith sallow face and baggy eyes. 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN. 

THE SEARCH CONTINUED. 

The man had on a cobbler's leather apron, which he had rolled up andtucked in the strap. He had pulled on his jacket, but evidently withoutturning down the sleeves of his shirt, which showed through just beneathhis shoulders in two rolls like mock muscles, while a very much batteredfelt hat, with a flap looped up to form three cocks, was worn jauntilyupon his head. 

"Morning, sir, " said the sergeant, looking the boy up and down sharply. "Are you Squire Froy?"

"No, I am his son, " said Waller haughtily, as he strode past thestiff-looking military man so as to bring himself within arm's length ofthe cobbler, and, with a movement quick as a flash, struck off hiscocked hat and sent it flying. "What do you mean by that, sir?" heshouted at him. "Is that the way to enter a gentleman's house?" andwith a half-run across the echoing polished oak boards he made a kick atthe hat, and, to the great delight of the soldiers, sent it flying outthrough the porch. 

"If you weren't an old man I'd kick you, too, " he continued, as theastounded constable dressed in a little brief authority, opened hismouth like a carp, too much amazed to speak. "You would have comesneaking round to the back door if my father had been at home, or elsehave stood wiping your dirty shoes upon the mat. " Then, turning hisback upon the man he addressed, he faced the leader of the soldiers. "Now, sergeant, " he said, "what's the meaning of this intrusion?"

There was a good deal of the cock bantam about the boy's ways andspeech, but it was manly all the same. He had real authority, too, forspeaking out to the rough, coarse-looking villager, and with quickmilitary precision the sergeant, whose eyes sparkled on hearing his rankacknowledged, saluted sharply. 

"Beg pardon, sir; on duty, " he said. "Me and my men, we are in searchof French spies who are loose somewhere about the forest, and this manfrom down the village tells me that one or two of them are likely to beharboured here. Not a pleasant job, sir, but I am only obeying orders, and we shall have to search the place. "

"Search the place!" cried Waller hotly. 

"Yes, sir, in the King's name. "

"Oh, " said Waller coolly, as he darted a furious glance at Gusset, whowas still opening and shutting his mouth without making a sound; andthen, noting that Martha and Bella had come to the door leading to theservants' offices, and were looking on, while the gardener, bearing hisscythe, had come round to the porch, to be stopped by the soldier placedas sentry, who held his musket across the man's chest, "In the King'sname, eh?" said Waller coolly. 

"Yes, sir. Very sorry, but my duty. "

"Oh, well, I am not going to blame you, " said Waller; "but I should havethought as my father is a county magistrate this house ought to berespected. "

"Yes, sir, of course, " said the sergeant; "but don't you see, it's likeprotecting him against the French. "

"Search away, then, " cried Waller, "and when you have done--here, Martha!"

"Yes, sir, " came from the door. 

"Don't let these soldiers go away without giving them a crust of breadand cheese. "

"No, sir; I'll have it ready directly, " cried Martha; and then, in awhisper to her fellow-servant, "Bless the boy! Don't he speak up like aman!"

"Where are you going to begin, sergeant?"

"Thank you, sir, for the lunch, " said the sergeant, smiling; and he gavethe lad another admiring look--one that took him in from top to toe, while his eyes seemed to speak the thoughts of his heart. "What a smartyoung officer he'd make! Shouldn't I like the job of drilling him intoshape!"

"Oh, we will begin at the bottom, sir, and search to the top. "

"But suppose there are Frenchmen here, " said Waller, laughing, "why, they might be getting away into the woods while you are talking!"

"Not they, sir, " said the man, with a cunning smile. "I have got a manat each door as sentry, and two more on vedette back and front. Notmuch fear of that. "

"But suppose they make a bolt, like the rabbits do in the forest, " saidWaller. 

"Bad for them if they did, sir, " replied the sergeant, rather sternly. "My men can shoot. "

Waller whistled softly. 

"Oh, ho!" he said; and he tapped the barrel of the sergeant's musketwith his knuckles. "Loaded?"

The man gave him a quiet nod. 

"Go on, then; search away, and get it done. You have been in thedining-room, I see. "

The village constable, who had been listening, with his eyes startingand ears seeming to project forward, here broke in, speaking in a husky, oily voice. 

"Big cellar, sergeant, all underneath the house, and iron gratings tolet in the light. "

"What do you know about it?" cried Waller sharply. "Have you beenprying and peering in?"

"I am a-doin' of my duty, Master Waller Froy, " said the man, swelling uplike a turkey-cock, which bird he seemed greatly to resemble as, havingfound his voice, he began to show his importance, but with no othereffect than to make the soldiers grin, while one of them, who had walkedout past the sentry and picked up the cocked hat with the muzzle of hismusket, now presented it to him. 

"Don't--don't do that!" cried the constable, starting back as if it weresomething alive. "You should never point a gun at anyone when youspeak!"

"Didn't speak, " said the soldier, grinning more widely. 

"There, take your hat, constable, " cried the sergeant, giving Waller acomical cock of his eye. "Brown Bess never barks unless we touch thetrigger. Yes, sir, I have looked through the dining-room. Beautifulold-fashioned room, too. Excuse me for saying so. No secret passagesthere, I suppose?"

"No, " said Waller; "not one. Come and look here, then, next. I'll takeyou wherever you want to go. This is the drawing-room, " and he threwopen the door of the handsome low-ceilinged, old panelled chamber, withmost of the furniture dating back so that it was nearly as old as thehouse. 

As he led the way into the room Waller winced, for Anthony Gusset wasputting on his cocked hat again; but as he caught the boy's furious lookhe snatched it off. 

"Look here, sergeant, " said Waller quietly; "I'll take you all over thehouse and answer any questions you like to put, or won't answer them, just as I please, but you can do your duty without that fat, stupid, village bumpkin?"

"To be sure I can, sir. Here, you, constable, stop there with my sentryat the porch, and if you see a Frenchman bolt, you shout. "

As he spoke, the man backed Gusset into the hall, for he was followinginto the drawing-room, making him open his thick lips in fish likefashion once again as if to speak; but a prod in the ribs given by thesergeant's forefinger forced obedience, and he went out unwillingly intothe porch. 

The sergeant returned to Waller, who was standing in the middle of theroom with his hands in his pockets, whistling an old country dittysoftly, while the two soldiers made a pretence of searching the room, and then looked for orders from their officer. 

"You haven't looked up the chimney, my lads, " cried Waller, laughing. "Oh, you needn't stare; there's plenty of room in it for a horse to getup, " and he laughingly stepped forward into the wide chimney-corner. "Look here, officer, you don't often see a place like this. "

"My word, no, sir!" said the sergeant, stooping down and followingWaller into the great wide place. "They used to build in the old days, and make room for the smoke. Why, the ivy's hanging right down throughthe top. "

"Yes, " said Waller: "plenty of ivy here. Now you'd like to see thelibrary?"

This was looked into, and then a slight search was made of what Wallercalled the schoolroom, and a little, old-fashioned boudoir. 

"That's all here, " said the boy, "except the servant's places. "

"What about the cellar, sir?" said the sergeant. 

"Oh, we'll go into that through the outer hall, " and, Waller, leadingthe way, the searchers passed through the various offices, and, onlights being provided and a big key being fetched from the squire'sstudy table, the big, crypt-like, vaulted cellars were searched from endto end. Lastly, Waller led the way upstairs to the gallery, where theoaken polished floor echoed to the soldiers' heavy tread. 

"Where does that staircase lead, sir?" said the sergeant, as his taskdrew near its end. 

"Attics in the roof, " said Waller. "Up you go. "

"Well, sir, I am getting rather tired of this job, " said the man, hesitating. 

"Oh, but you have got it to do. Finish it off, " said Waller carelessly;and he made way for the soldiers to pass up, and stood below swinginghimself to and fro, balancing himself toe and heel. 

"Come on, my lads, " said the sergeant. "Forward, and be smart. I amthinking that crust of bread and cheese must be ready by now. "

The men laughed good-humouredly, and the bare staircase creaked andgroaned beneath their heavy tread, which directly afterwards made theupper passage, with its sloping ceiling, which followed the shapes ofthe gables, echo. 

That part of the search was quickly done, not so quickly that it did notgive time to Waller to whistle the stave of the old Hampshire dittythree times over. 

He had just got to the last bar for this third time when the butt of thesergeant's musket was dropped with a heavy bang upon the floor overhead. 

"Beg pardon, sir, " he shouted down to Waller. "There's one of these'ere doors locked!"

"Eh?" cried Waller, whose face now looked scarlet, and who stood for amoment or two holding his breath. 

"One door here locked, sir. I ought to see into every room. "

"Oh, to be sure! That's my den, " cried the boy cavalierly--"myworkshop. I am coming, " and springing up two steps at a time he facedthe sergeant, who, with two men, was waiting by the locked door. 

Waller thrust his hand into his pocket, and the sergeant looked at himsharply, for his breath, possibly from the exertion, came thick andfast, while the key seemed to stick in his pocket as if it had gotacross. 

"There you are, " he said jauntily. "It's full of my rubbish and oddsand ends. Catch!"

He pitched the key, and the sergeant caught it with one hand as cleverlyas if he had been a cricketer, turned, and began to insert it in thelock. 

"Mind the snakes!" cried Waller mockingly; while, in spite of a strongeffort, he felt half choked, and his voice sounded strained and hard. 

"Snakes?" said the sergeant, pausing with the key half turned. "Uphere?"

"Yes, " said Waller; "at least a dozen. I am a collector, you know. "

The sergeant gave him a searching look, hesitated a moment, and then, with a half-smile upon his lip, he turned the key. The bolt flew backwith a sharp snap and he threw open the door. 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN. 

STILL SEARCHING. 

With a mingling of instinct and the practice of the profession, thesergeant's two followers brought down their muskets to the present asthe door flew wide, presumably to meet the attack of the snakes, but thecurled and dried-up skins, so light without the sand that a sharp puffof wind would have blown them away, lay still upon the shelf, and therewas no rush for escape made by Godfrey Boyne. The place, full of itslitter of odds and ends dear to the young naturalist, and with its openwindows, lay open to the gaze of the soldiers, and the sergeant, after asharp look round, which satisfied him that the place was empty, turnedto Waller. 

"I thought it meant game, sir, " he said. "Where's your sarpints?"

"Yonder on the shelf, " said Waller, with a mischievous look in his eyes. 

"Yah! Stuffed! Well, sir, we have done; and thank you for being sonice to us over an unpleasant job. "

"Oh, don't name it, sergeant, " said Waller coolly. 

"Right about face, my lads! Forward! March!--Halt!--About that therewindow--how far is it to the ground?"

"Oh, nice little jump, " said Waller coolly. "About thirty feet, Isuppose. "

But though he spoke calmly there was a curious twitching at the cornersof the boy's eyes and his nether lip seemed to quiver as the stiff, keen-looking man marched to the casement and leaned out, looking sharplyto right and left. 

"Don't see any bits, sir, lying below, " he said with a grim laugh. "Noone seems to have jumped out there. My word! You grow a fine lot ofivy about this house, but I suppose it wasn't planted yesterday. --Now, then, forward, my lads!" he continued; and then, with a laugh and a nodto Waller, he jerked his right thumb in the direction of the men. "Theyare not thinking of catching spies, sir, but about that bread andcheese. "

"Ah, well, they shall have it as soon as you have done, " said Waller, the nerves of whose face had ceased to twitch. 

"Oh, we have done, sir, " said the man, "and glad of it. This is not thesort of thing I like. Don't seem proper work for soldiers. I havedone, sir, unless you have any other place you want us to search. "

"Oh, not I, " said Waller. "I shall be glad to see your backs. "

The men began to descend, while Waller carefully locked the door andpocketed his key. 

"I don't like servants to meddle with my knick-knacks, " he said. 

"Of course you don't, sir. I used to be very fond of that sort of thingwhen I was a boy, in Devon. "

The next minute they were down in the fine old entrance-hall, to be metby Gusset, who bustled forward out of the porch with his protruding eyesrolling a little as he stared hard at the sergeant, and then, misjudginga movement on the part of Waller, he snatched off his hat. 

"You ar'n't found them, then?" he said to the sergeant. 

"No, constable; there's no spy here, French or English. It's all amare's nest, and you have brought us for nothing. "

The constable's reply sent a pang through Waller, and brought him downto zero. 

"But you haven't been out on the roof?"

"No, " said the sergeant mockingly, "nor we haven't been up the chimney. My lads are neither sweeps nor tilers. Think he's flown up there?"

"No, " said the constable with asperity; "but I think you haven't halfsearched. Maybe he's hiding somewhere up in the ivy. "

"Ho!" said the sergeant sharply. "Like a cock-sparrow or a rat, eh? Itell you I have searched the place, and I have done. "

"And I tell you you haven't half searched, " cried the constable. "Youmust get ladders and go all over the roof. I daresay he's hiding in theivy. "

"Beg pardon, sergeant, " said one of the men. "Didn't the good gentlemansay something about some lunch?"

"To be sure I did, " said Waller, "and it will be ready in the kitchen bynow. "

"Thank you, sir, " said the sergeant grumpily. "I suppose we shall beobliged to have a look at the roof from outside. I don't want to bereported to my captain for not having done my duty. But look here, MrConstable, " and to Waller's great relief the man turned his back uponhim and faced Gusset, while the boy felt as if he was turning white, andhis hands grew moist. "You gave information, " continued the sergeant, "and it seems to me that this is more your job than mine. How are we toget up on the roof?"

"Ladder, of course, " cried Gusset eagerly. "They have got long oneshere that they use for the apples and stacks. You must get up out atthe back. "

"Oh, oh, oh!" groaned Waller to himself. "I should like to have you outat the back!"

"Oh, very well, " said the sergeant. "Out with you, my lads, and let'sget it over, " and, as the men marched out, following the constable, whoseemed quite at home in the geography of the house, the sergeant stoppedto speak to Waller. 

"There, sir, you see I can't help myself, so don't blame me. "

"No, " said Waller; and, in spite of his efforts, his voice sounded verystrange. But the man had turned away, and did not heed. 

Gusset led the way into the big, open yard at the back, and, actingunder his directions, the soldiers followed to a low shed, beneath whichone of the long, thin, tapering ladders with straddling legs, used incountry places, hung upon two great iron pegs against the wall. 

"There you are, " said Gusset. "Bring it out! Quick!"

"Here, I say, " snarled one of the men he addressed, "who are youordering about? You are not our sergeant. "

"There, don't talk, my lads, " cried that individual, coming up. "Bringthe ladder out and heave it up against that side of the house where theroof slopes. "

At that moment the gardener, who had, as it were, been taken bysurprise, and in the rear, came hurrying round from where he had beenwaiting by the porch in a great state of excitement. 

"Here, I say! Hold hard there!" he cried. "What are you doing with myladder? Let it be! I don't want that broke. "

He turned to Waller as if to ask him to put a stop to it, but the boyavoided his gaze, thrust his hands deeply into his pockets, and stoodfrowning. 

"Here, don't you interfere, Joe Hanson; you will be getting yourselfinto trouble, " spluttered Gusset, in his husky voice; and heunconsciously blew out his cheeks and opened his eyes wider as he took afresh breath. "This here's all in the King's name. "

"King's name!" cried the gardener sharply as he lifted his blue sergeapron and began to twist it up in a tail to tuck up round his waist. "What's the King's name got to do with it? I am talking about myladder. "

"There, there, gardener, " said the sergeant, "don't stop us. I want toget this job done. My boys don't understand ladders like you do;perhaps you wouldn't mind pitching it up against the roof?"

"Oh, very well, sergeant, " replied the gardener; "I don't mind when I amasked civilly, but I am not going to have all the country cobblers inHampshire coming into my yard and meddling with the tools as is in mycharge. Here, that's not the way, swaddy, " he continued, joining thetwo soldiers, who, each still holding his musket in his hand, werefumbling awkwardly with the long ladder in carrying it across the yard. 

He smiled good-humouredly at the two stiff-strapped and buckled-up men, and took hold of the ladder about the middle. 

"There, drop its heel on the ground, " he said, "and one of you put yourfoot on the bottom round. "

The soldier promptly obeyed, and the next minute, as the straddlingbottom of the ladder was kept down, the gardener ran his hands alongbeneath it, thrusting it upward round by round till it wasperpendicular, when, grasping it firmly, one hand low down and armsoutstretched to the fullest extent, he walked quickly across the yard, planted the ladder down close to the house, and let the top fall awayfrom him with a gentle _whish_ amongst the ivy. 

"Well done!" cried the two soldiers admiringly; and the gardener cameaway smiling with self-satisfaction at the men's admiration of hisskill. 

"Oh, " he said to the sergeant, "it's easy enough when you know how. "

"That's so, my lad, " said the sergeant. "There's nothing like having aman who understands his tools. "

Waller still stood frowning and rattling his knife, the key, a piece ofcurb chain, and a few other odds and ends in the bottom of his pocket, furtively watching the fat constable the while, till he caught sight ofthe sergeant looking at him, ready to half close his eye in a knowingwink. 

"That'll about do, " said Gusset; and he looked up to the top of theladder, half hidden amongst the clustering ivy, then down at the twomen, and, lastly, at the sergeant. 

"Now, then, " he said, in his unpleasant, husky voice, "it's no use towaste time. Somebody had better go up. "

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. 

A HOT SCENT. 

"To be sure, " said the sergeant sharply. "Well, we are waiting. Youknow the way better than we do. Up you go. "

The constable turned upon him in astonishment, blowing out his cheeksand seeming to make his eyes roll, while his naturally rotund figurebegan more and more to assume the appearance of a fat cork float. 

"Me! Me! Me go up there!"

"To be sure, " said the sergeant. "You country chaps are used to thissort of thing. My lads are not. Scaling ladders is more in our way, and they are bad enough when you have got to carry your Brown Bess. "

"To be sure, " said the gardener, chiming in, with a grin ofsatisfaction. "That's right enough, sergeant. Up you go, Fatty!"

"You will get yourself into trouble, Joe Hanson, " said the constablepompously. "This here's the second time I have warned you. You, sergeant--you know I can't get up there at my time of life, and it'syour duty to send your men. I order you, in the King's name, to searchthat roof. "

"Oh, very well, " said the sergeant gruffly. "Here, number one and two, stand your muskets up against the wall. No, one of you only. You, JemCogan; you are a light one. Up you go. You are not quite so heavy asthe constable here. "

"Haw! haw! haw!" laughed the gardener. "That's a good one!" And hebent down to slap his knees, while, to the constable's great disgust, the hoarse laugh was echoed in the shape of a titter uttered by the twomaids, who had come to the back kitchen door. 

Gusset blew out his cheeks again, and moved slowly towards the foot ofthe ladder, where, as the soldier placed his musket against the sill ofone of the lower windows and then began lightly to ascend, Gusset sethis feet very far apart, as if in imitation of the ladder, planted hisfat hands upon his hips, and began to follow the private's movements, leaning somewhat back the while. 

All at once there was a quick movement in the little group round thefoot of the ladder, for, partly moved by the spirit of mischief, as wellas by the intense desire to create a diversion, Waller made a rush. 

"Hold hard a minute, soldier!" he shouted. "I know the way best; let mecome first. "

As he spoke he literally charged at the constable, who was now leaningbackwards a little out of his perpendicular, and came heavily in contactwith him, forcing the man to make a snatch at one of the rounds to savehimself from falling. 

The next moment the top of the ladder began to glide sideways, describing an arc as it rustled through the ivy. The mounting soldier, feeling it go, made a jump to alight upon his feet, but, not having timeto properly judge his distance, he came down upon the constable instead, and there followed a short scuffle, out of which Waller was the first togain his feet, to turn savagely upon the heavy, sitting man, andexclaim, amidst roars of laughter:

"Why did you do that?"

"Yes, " shouted the gardener; "I saw him pull it over. Just look here, Master Waller! Here's my beautiful new ladder snapped in two!"

It was a fact. There lay the pieces; and the soldier, whose face hadflushed with rage, but who was not hurt, now joined in the laughter ofthose around, while the constable still sat looking piteously about, asif for the sympathy that did not come. 

The sergeant was the next to speak; as he bent over and held out hishand. 

"Well, you have done it now, master, " he said. "I shouldn't havethought an old chap like you would get playing a trick like that. "

"Oh!" groaned Gusset, looking at him piteously. "Help me, please! Ithink there's something broke!"

"Not there, " said the sergeant cheerily. "You wouldn't break; you aretoo soft and inji-rubbery, old chap. Here, you two, set him on his pinsagain. I am very sorry. Mr Froy, sir, about this ladder, but you seeit wasn't my men's fault. "

"No, of course not, " said Waller. "They couldn't help it. Blunderingup against the ladder like that! It looks as if he had been drinking. "

Meanwhile Gusset was "set upon his pins, " again, as the sergeantexpressed it--in other words, he was helped up, groaning and breathinghard, to look from one to the other for commiseration, but finding none. 

"Well, this is all waste of time, my lads, " said the sergeant, pullinghimself together. "I say, gardener, we must have another long ladder, Isuppose. "

"You'll get no more of my ladders to break, " said the gardener, wagginghis head, "in the King's name or out of the King's name. "

"What!" cried the sergeant, with mock fierceness. 

"Well, how can you, " said the gardener, "when there aren't none?There's two little ones as you can tie together if you like, and MrsGusset will lend you a bit of clothes-line. But you wouldn't catch meventuring my carkidge up them if she did. But you can do as you like, unless old Waxy Fat would like another try. "

"The lunch is quite ready, Mr Sergeant, " came from the kitchen door atthat moment. 

"Thank you, ma'am, " said the sergeant, with a salute and a smile. Thenhe turned and looked at the broken ladder, next at Waller, and then atthe mournful face of the constable, who looked back at him in despair. 

"Well, master, " he said, "my lads aren't much of angels, and they can'tfly up on to the roof, but they are looking hungry, as fellows ashaven't had a bite for the last six hours; so, with your leave, MrFroy, sir, I will give orders for a flank attack upon that there breadand cheese. --Fall in, my lads! Left face! Forward! March!" and, placing himself by the leading file, he led the way straight up to thekitchen door, halted his men, gave the order to pile arms, and marchedthem into the kitchen, going himself directly after to collect hissentries and bring them up to the attack. 

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. 

THE SEARCH RELINQUISHED. 

The little military party had no cause to complain of the hospitality ofBrackendene. 

The constable had, for, after staying behind, looking about him forsympathy, and finding none, the sound of the voices in the kitchen andthe rattle of knives upon plates had such a strange effect upon him thatit was quite curative, and, forgetting his injuries, he moved pompouslyup towards the kitchen door, feeling that, as one of the search-party, he had a right to partake of the refreshments. 

But to his intense disgust he was met at the threshold by his plump, pleasant-looking sister, who planted herself, arms akimbo, right in hisway. 

"Well?" she said sharply, and with an attempt to look fierce--which wasa perfect failure, by the way, for Martha Gusset's was one of thosecountenances that never can by any possibility look angry, only a littlecomic when temper had the sway. 

"No, not well, Martha, " said the constable plaintively; "but I don'tthink I am very much hurt. "

"Serve you right if you were, " said the cook, "coming here like thiswhen master's out, and making a fuss about hidden spies, just to makepeople believe what a great person you are! They don't know you like Ido. Well, what do you want?"

"The young Squire said we were all to have lunch, and I have draggedmyself here to have mine. "

"Dragged? Rolled, you mean!" cried his sister. "You grow more and morelike a tub every day. "

"But tubs have to be filled, Martha, dear, " said the constable, with anattempt at a smile. 

"Not in my kitchen if they do, " said Martha, with a snort; "and MasterWaller never meant _you_ to come in with the soldiers, so the sooner yougo off back to the cottage the pleasanter it will be for you, for if Iam put out I speak my mind, and I'm put out now so there!"

Martha whisked herself round and marched back into the kitchen, whilethe constable, who seemed to have the yard to himself, sighed, and wentacross to the mounting-stone by the stable door, where he seated himselfto wait, intently watching the ivy-clothed, highly pitched roof thewhile, till one of the yard dogs came up cautiously and slowly, andsmelt him all round, but made no further advance towards being friends. 

That lunch was rather prolonged, and, as he listened, Waller, with hishands in his pockets, marched up and down the hall, frowning andthinking till he recalled the breaking of the ladder and the aspect ofthe village constable, when his frown faded away as if by magic, and, throwing himself into one of the big old oak hall chairs, he rolledabout in it, laughing silently till he cried. 

At last a sharp order rang out in the kitchen, and though he could notsee, Waller heard the men spring to their feet and march out into theyard, where he followed quickly, in time to see them take their piledmuskets, while Joe Hanson, the gardener, who had been playing his partat the lunch with greater zeal than he bestowed upon his mowing ordigging, busied himself with picking up the broken ladder, grinningacross at Tony Gusset the while. 

Directly after there were a few parting words passing between Waller andthe sergeant, the men joining in giving their young host a cheer, whichstruck very emptily upon Gusset's ear, and made him mutter vows aboutbeing even some day, as he scuffled across to get close up to thesoldiers and march with them back to the village. 

And now that all danger seemed to be over, Waller's spirits rose, and, in company with the gardener, he walked with the search-party along thedrive, out at the gate, and along the road to the edge of the Squire'sestate, keeping up a running fire the while to harass the rear of thecolumn, which was formed by Tony Gusset, the actual rearguard beingcomposed of the sergeant, who fell back with the pair from the Manor tomarch along silently and solemnly, though thoroughly enjoying theimpromptu fun. 

The gardener commenced it by calling out in an excited tone, as if hehad suddenly recalled something:

"Here, hi! Gusset!"

"Yes, " said the man, stopping, to turn round his great full-moon face. 

"Why, you didn't take the soldiers to look at the cucumber-frames. Bound to say there's one of them there spies lying snug under theleaves. "

"Ugh!" grunted the constable angrily; and he turned again and went on. 

"I say, don't be in such a hurry; there's the sea-kale pots, too. "

"Ah, to be sure!" cried Waller, loud enough for the constable to hear. "Gusset must be right. Better come back and have another look. He maybe in one of the sties disguised as a pig. "

Just then the road was leading them along by the bank of a fine oldhammer pond, a great black-looking pool surrounded by a dense growth ofalders and water-loving shrubs, while sedge, reed, and rush flourishedwonderfully, and formed a mazy home for the abundant moorhens and coots. 

As the party moved onward to the village there was a sudden rush and asplash, and Waller called upon the sergeant to stop. 

"Here's a likely place, sergeant, " he said. 

"Nonsense!" said the man, "I know what that splash was. It was a bigpike. "

"It might have been, " said the gardener, grinning, "but it's more likethe sort of splash a French spy would make when he saw soldiers' scarletjackets. Why don't you make old Waxy dive in and have a hunt all roundunder the bushes?"

"No, don't, sergeant, " put in Waller. "It's ten feet deep in someplaces. "

"Pooh! What does that matter?" cried the gardener, who, like the boy, spoke loud enough for the constable to hear. "He wouldn't mind. He'dsink to the bottom and walk about safely all over the mud. "

"That he wouldn't, " cried Waller. "He'd shoot up to the top again likea cork. "

And then the banter ceased, for the sergeant's men passed through theswing gate, and to Waller's great relief he was able to make his wayback to the hall, very silent now as he went over the day's proceedings, and thought of the chances of the men coming back to make a freshsearch, while the gardener kept on harping metaphorically upon thebroken ladder, and what "master would say" when he came back. 

At last the boy got rid of him, and made his way into the house, wherehe had a hard fight to curb his inclinations to rush up at once to hisroom. 

This desire he kept down till he had made sure that the servants were attheir dinner, and then, after a cautious saunter about the grounds toconvince himself that the gardener had gone to his cottage, Wallerhurried up, and paused breathlessly at the door of his den, which heopened and closed, and then locked himself in. 

The next minute he had crept out of the window, to hold on by the silland feel with his feet amongst the ivy for the stone gutter which ranall along the front of the house. Upon this, half hidden by the ivy, heproceeded cautiously to his right, where a deep gully between two gableswent right across the house, with the ivy positively rioting and prettywell filling it up with long strands and great berry-bearing clumps. Here, completely hidden, Waller crept along three or four yards. 

"Only me, " he said merrily, "Don't shoot! How are you getting on?"

A head and shoulders were slowly raised from among the thick glossyleaves, and he was confronted by Godfrey's sombre countenance. 

"Miserably, " he said. "I had hoped that this despicable hiding was atan end. Pray help me to-night to get away. "

"Oh, I know what's the matter with you, " cried Waller. "You are hungryand tired out. But come along back into my room. But I say, you foundit easy enough to get here, didn't you? I was in a fright at first;then I thought that you would be sure to creep out. "

"Oh, yes, easy enough, " said the lad. "Is the enemy quite gone?"

"Yes, right away, and well satisfied. They won't come again. "

"Why do you speak like that?" said Godfrey, sharply. "It sounded as ifyou were afraid that somebody else would come. "

"Well, " said Waller slowly, "I am not quite satisfied about ourfat-headed constable. He's very suspicious, and wanted to search theroof. But I managed to put a stop to that, for if they had got up hereyou must have been found. "

"Yes, " said Godfrey, as, after following his companion back through theivy, he seated himself, away from the window, in the den, where Wallerrelated to him the history of the raising of the ladder. 

"That man believes I am here, and will come again. It is quite time yougot me away. It was he who came prowling round the house last night, and not your gardener--a big, heavy man, not like Hanson at all. "

"Yes, you are right, " said Waller; "and he must have seen you in thelane and gone and sought out the soldiers at once. "

CHAPTER NINETEEN. 

PLANS OF ESCAPE. 

The days glided on and there was no news of the Squire's coming back, and no fresh alarm or suggestion of the possibility of the soldiersreturning to make another search, so Waller grew more and more satisfiedin the belief that, however much Gusset might suspect, it was merelysuspicion, and there was no more to fear. 

"I think at any time now we might begin to think of making a start, "said Waller one morning. 

"Yes, yes, " cried Godfrey eagerly. "Well, you needn't look so pleasedbecause you are going, " cried Waller, half angrily, but dropping hisvoice directly lest it should be heard and let the servants know he hadsomebody up there to whom he was talking. 

"Oh, don't speak to me like that, " cried Godfrey earnestly. "I don'twant to go but I am afraid it would be bad for both of us, and lead totrouble if I stayed. "

"Well, I suppose so, " said Waller. "As I say, I don't want you to go, but it will be better for both of us when you are on your way back toFrance. "

The boy stopped speaking and stood looking earnestly in his companion'seyes, while Godfrey shook his head and then held out his hand. 

Waller was about to take it, feeling very miserable the while, for hewas growing very much attached to his nervous, excitable companion, whenboth started violently, for some one had come up in perfect silence andgiven a sharp tap or two at the door. 

In the full conviction that whoever it was must have heard the talking, Waller caught up the hammer near at hand, then threw it down noisilyupon his work-bench, and walked quickly to the door. 

"What is it?" he cried. 

The answer came in Bella's voice:

"You are wanted, Master Waller. "

"Who wants me?" said Waller, changing colour and seeing all sorts ofimaginary dangers below. 

"Don't know, sir. Martha told me to come and tell you somebody's there. I think it's the soldiers come again. "

Waller compressed his lips, and could not have spoken for a few momentsif it had been to save his life, while he gazed despairingly at hiscompanion. 

"Say I will come down directly, " he almost gasped, and to divert themaid's attention, he hammered sharply on his work-bench, gazingdejectedly at his companion the while, as they both listened to thegirl's descending footsteps. 

"Don't be downhearted, " he whispered. "It may mean nothing. I'll lockyou in and go down. If anything does go wrong and you hear peoplecoming up, make for the hiding-place in the ivy again. And look here, Idon't believe they will find where you are hidden, but take the coilwith you, and if anyone is coming to search the roof, make the rope fastto one of the chimney-stacks, watch for your chance, slide down, andthen make for the forest to find a hiding-place somewhere down by theriver. "

"And what then? You'll never find me. "

"Oh, yes, I will, and if you hear three little twits like a blackbird's, only louder, you can answer, for it will be I. "

There was no time for more, so Waller slipped out and went down, expecting to see the redcoats in the hall; but there was no one there, and he went on into the kitchen. 

"Who wants me, cook?" he said. 

"It's that Bunny Wrigg, Master Waller, come begging, I suppose, becausehe knows master's out. "

With a sigh of relief and the wish at his heart that he could sendGodfrey the news at once that there was nothing to fear, the boy wentout into the yard, where the big, brown, gipsy-like ne'er-do-well of theplace was holding a fine freshly washed turnip in one hand, his knife inthe other, busily munching a slice. 

"Oh, it's you, Bunny, is it?"

"Yes, Master Waller; me it is. "

"Where did you get that turnip?"

"Joe Hanson giv' it me, sir. It's one of yours, and it's prime. "

"Joe has no business to give things away when father's out--not toanybody. "

"Oh, I aren't anybody, Master Waller, " said the man, with a grin. "I'mnobody, and don't count. "

"Well, look here; I don't want to know anything about any strange birdsor polecats or owls or hawks or anything. I am busy now. There's ashilling for you. Be off. "

"You're busy, are you?"

"Yes, very. "

"Hah! Shilling, eh? I don't want it. "

"First time I ever knew you refuse money. "

"Ah, but that's only a shilling. I want a lot. "

"Well, of all the impudence! I shan't give you any more, so toddle. "

"Nobody asked you--I say, I know!"

"Know what?"

"About the hundred pounds. "

"What hundred pounds?" said Waller, starting. 

"What you are going to get for ketching that chap, " said the man, with agrin. 

"Catching what chap?" cried Waller sharply. 

"Ah, you know. Why, I always sleep with my eyes open. It's a hundredpounds for ketching that spy, as they calls him; and as he was caught inmy woods I say halves. "

"You don't know what you are talking about, " cried Waller fiercely, blustering to hide the faint qualm he felt. "Spy! Hundred pounds!Halves! Here, you had better be off before you get into a row. Yourwoods, indeed! What next?"

"I d'know, and don't want to. All I know is that they are wild, and asmuch mine as anybody else's. Now then, what about them halves?"

"Look here, Bunny; what have you got in your head?"

"Hidees, Master Waller. Never you mind what I have got in my head; it'swhat have you got up in your room where you are always cobbling andtinkering and making things?"

"Bunny!" cried Waller, staggered for the moment out of his assurance. 

"Yes; that's me, Master Waller, and I want fifty pound. Lot of money, ar'n't it? And I want money. You are a rich gentleman, and don't, andought to give me the whole hundred. But I don't want to be grasping, because it's you, and so I says halves. "

"But, Bunny--" cried Waller. 

"Oh, it ar'n't no use for you to talk. I know all about it, and thesoldiers coming to sarch and then going away because they couldn't findnothing, when you had got him hid away all the time. "

"Oh, Bunny!" cried Waller huskily. 

"That's me. I tell you I know, so it's no use to tell no taradiddlumsabout it. I see you taking him out for a walk last night to stretch hislegs. "

Waller's eyes fixed in a stare, and his lips parted as he breathedharder than usual. 

"You see, I'm about arter dark when other folks goes to sleep. I comeand had a look at him t'other night when you thought everybody wasa-bed. "

"You coward!" said Waller, in a hoarse whisper, and his hands opened andshut as he felt ready to spring at the man's throat. 

"That I warn't. Man ar'n't no coward who swarms up that there ivy, which as like as not will break away, being as brittle as carrots. "

"You came to look in and spy?" half whispered Waller. 

"That I didn't. _I_ ar'n't the spy; it's 'im. I swarmed up the ivy tosee if that there young ullet was fit to take. But it warn't. But Iseed you'd got a light up there, so I went along sidewise, till I couldlook in. There was you two, laughing and talking together in whispers, and after a bit you jumps up and come and opened the window. "

"Ah!" gasped Waller. "But you weren't there?"

"I warn't there! Warn't I just? Why, the window scraped over my headand knocked my cap off as I bobbed down. There, it's no use for you topretend, Master Waller, so just you hand over that there fifty pounds. "

Waller was silent for a few moments, and his eyes wandered in alldirections save that where the rough-looking woodman stood. At last, after drawing a deep breath, he said in a hoarse whisper:

"Come along this way. "

"Wheer to, lad?"

"Out in the woods. "

"Ar'n't a-going to try and do for me so as to keep all the hundredpounds yourself, are you, Master Waller?" said the rough fellow, with agrin. 

"No, of course not. I want to talk to you. "

"That's right, lad. I wouldn't try to do t'other, because you might gethurt, and I shouldn't like to hurt you, Master Waller, because you havebeen a good friend to me, and I like you, lad, and I'm waiting to seeyou grow up into being the finest gentleman in these parts. You won'tnever want to chivvy me out of the woods, I know. "

Waller uttered a low hiss, and hurried on in silence till they stoodtogether among the nut stubs overshadowed by the spreading oaks, when hestopped short and faced round. 

"You say you know that I shall never chivvy you out of the woods, Bunny;but you know wrong, for I should like to do it now. "

"Get out, lad! Not you! Why?"

"For being such a coward and sneak, and coming here to gather blackmailand betray that poor fellow to the gallows, or to be shot. "

"What are you talking about, lad? What if he is put away? He's only aspy, come here to do harm to the King. "

"That's nothing to do with you, " cried Waller. 

"Nay, but the money is. Half a hundred pounds is a lot. You needn'tmake a fuss; you'll get your share. What's he to you? Has he broke hisleg, same as I did mine, when I wouldn't go away into the workus, andyou used to come and see me and talk to me till it got better?"

"Broken his leg? No!"

"Ho! Thought he had perhaps, because you like doctoring chaps as hasbroke their legs, as well I know. What is he to you, then, MasterWaller?"

"He's my friend, Bunny, " cried the boy passionately. "One I'd doanything to save from harm; one I like as if he were my brother. Andhere you come, after all the kindness that I have shown you, and want todo me the greatest harm that man could do. "

"That I don't. "

"What! Why, you come here threatening to go and betray that poor fellowto the soldiers if I don't give you fifty pounds. "

"That I didn't, Master Waller. I want for you and me to go and give himup fair and square, and take the money, before someone else does. "

"What!" cried Waller, catching him by the arm. "Somebody else? Doesanyone but you know he's there?"

"Like enough, lad, " said the man, with a grin. 

"But you haven't betrayed him?"

"Not likely, lad. I say to myself, I says, `If anybody is going to getthat money it's Master Waller and me, not old Fatty Gusset, who broughtthe soldiers up t'other day. '"

"But he doesn't believe he's here now, does he, Bunny?"

"Shouldn't wonder if he does, Master Waller. He ar'n't so stupid as helooks. He's as cunning as he is fat. A lot of the fox in him. It'syou as ought to have the money, seeing that it was only right when youfound him, and have fed the Frenchy beggar ever since. "

"But who else is likely to know?"

"Haw! Haw!" laughed the man, shaking with pure enjoyment at what seemedto him one of the greatest jokes in the world. "You have never seenhim. You ar'n't got him chained up to your work-bench up in your room!Oh, no! But I say, Master Waller, you can fib when you like!"

"How dare you!" cried Waller angrily. "How have I fibbed or lied toyou? Didn't I own it to you directly, sir, as soon as I was sure youknew?"

"Oh, well, I suppose you did, Master Waller. Beg pardon! Don't be waxywith me, lad. "

"Here, tell me who is likely to know. "

"Why, Joe Hanson, like as anybody, I should say. If I had bin him Iknow I should soon have had the forty-round apple ladder up agen yourwindow to see what you were about. "

"Anyone else?" cried Waller. 

"Ay. Old Fatty Gusset, as aforesaid; old cobbler!"

"But you haven't dropped a hint, Bunny?"

"Dropped a hint! Na-ay! I'd sooner drop his old lapstone on his toe. "

"Look here, Bunny!" cried Waller, catching the man by the wrist, whilean inquisitive-looking robin hopped nearer to them from twig to twig, and sat watching them both with its bright, bead-like eyes. 

"Look wheer, my lad?"

"Look here! You don't want fifty pounds. "

"Oh, don't I! Hark at him!" cried the man, laughing, and addressing therobin. 

"Why, what good would it be to you?"

"What good, lad? Why, I'd have a noo thick weskit, a plush un, beforethe winter come--a red un like his'n, " and he nodded towards the robin. 

"Bah! Nonsense!"

"Nay, it ar'n't, lad. Them red uns are strange and warm, and lies downlike feathers. Then there's boots. I'd like a pair of the stoutest andthickest lace-up waterproofers as I could get--not a pair of old Fatty'scobbling, but real down good uns, out of Southampton's town. "

"Yes!" panted Waller, "And what else would you do with the money?"

"Waal, I don't know about what else, " said the man thoughtfully. "Thatthere weskit and them boots would about do for the present. "

"That wouldn't cost two pounds, " cried Waller; "and what would you dowith the other?"

"Bury it in an old pot, " said the man, with a grin. "I know a hole aswould take that. "

"Oh, Bunny!" cried the boy passionately, "I thought better of you! Idid think you were a man!"

"So I am, " cried the fellow fiercely. "Who says I ar'n't?"

"I do!" cried Waller, dashing his arm away. "For the sake of a warmwaistcoat and a pair of stout boots you would give up that poor fellowto be hanged, or see him shot!"

"Not me, lad!" cried Bunny fiercely. 

"You would, sir! Why, I'd sooner go shivering and barefoot all my daysthan even think of such a thing. "

"Phe-ew!" growled the man, and he began scratching the thick, darkcurls, almost negro-like, that covered his head and hung over his broadbrown temples. "Why, I never thought anything like that, Master Waller. Why, I wouldn't go and see a man shot nor hung for love or money! Ionly thought about that chap as being a spy as had come here to stealthe crown; and it seemed to me, as you found him, that it'd be aboutfair if you and me went snacks with the reward. Look here, my lad, I'llget my old weskit covered with a bit of heifer-skin, and as for theboots, why, they'll do for another winter yet if I lay 'em up prettythick with grease. Don't you get waxy with me, Master Waller. I didn'tmean no harm. I wouldn't hurt that poor chap, especially as you likehim. "

"No, Bunny, " cried the boy, catching his arm again. "I'm sure youwouldn't; and you won't tell upon me?"

"You say I ar'n't to, Master Waller, and, of course, I won't. "

"Then I do say you are not to. I wouldn't have that poor fellow foundand taken for the world. "

"All right, Master Waller. "

"And as for the money you will miss, Bunny, I have got some saved up, and you shall have the waistcoat and the boots before a month's passed. "

"Na-ay, I shan't, " growled the man. "Bang the boots and the weskit! Iwon't have 'em now. You say it's right for that there poor young chapto be took care of, and it shall be done. You have got him all right upthere; but your father's coming home. What will he say?"

"Oh, don't talk about it, " cried the boy excitedly. "It makes meshiver!"

"Do it? Well, look here, lad; when you know he's coming home, you handthe chap over to me. "

"What, could you hide him somewhere?"

"Could I hide him somewhere? Haw! Haw!" laughed the man. "He says, could I hide him somewhere?" And he looked round as if to address therobin; but the bird had flitted away, and Bunny Wrigg gazed straight inthe boy's eyes again. "Of course I could, lad, and where no soldierscould find him and even you couldn't. You let me have him, and he'll beall right. "

"Bunny, you are a good fellow!" cried Waller excitedly. "And you shallhave the best waistcoat and boots that money can buy. "

"Nay I sha'n't, lad, " growled the man, "and if you say any more aboutthem things I shan't play. That there young Frenchy chap must be a goodsort, or you wouldn't have made him your friend. Why, I'd rather hearyou call me a good fellow like you did just now, and think of me, beingthe young Squire, as your friend, than have all the weskits in theworld. But I say, look here, Master Waller, " said Bunny thoughtfully, "I could hide that chap in one of my snuggeries; but what about thewinter time?"

"What about the winter time?" said Waller, staring. 

"Ay; when it's always raining, or snow's on the ground. I don't mind, because the water runs off me, same as it would off a wild duck; and asfor the frost and snow, I could roll in 'em like a dog. But such a chapas your friend--it'd kill him in no time. He'd be catching colds andsore gullets, and having the roomis. "

"Oh, but it wouldn't be for long. "

"What are you going to do with him then? Not setting anybody else totake care of him?"

"Oh, no, no, Bunny. "

"Because I shouldn't like that, sir, when I'd undertook the job. Whatare you going to do with him then?"

"Wait till the soldiers are gone, Bunny, and then get him down to thecoast and smuggle him aboard a fishing-boat and get the skipper to runhim across to Cherbourg or Saint Malo. "

"Ho!" said Bunny, thoughtfully, and then, giving his thigh a slap, "Theywouldn't do it, sir. I mean the skipper wouldn't. "

"Wouldn't do it?" cried Waller. 

"Not him, sir. Why, he'd want five shillings at least before he'dstir. "

"Five shillings!" cried Waller contemptuously. "Why, Bunny, I'd givehim five pounds. "

"You would, sir? Then hooroar!"

"What do you mean by your hooroar?" cried Waller. 

"Why, hooroar, of course, I've got the chap as would do it. "

"Where?" cried Waller. 

"Why, I ar'n't got him in my pocket, lad, but there's my brother-in-law, him and his two mates, who've got a lugger of their own. Down yonder byLoo Creek, facing the Isle, you know. Five pounds! Why, they have togo and lay out their nets a many times to get five pounds. They'd doit--leastways, brother-in-law Jem would. Cherbourg, eh? Why, he's beenthere lots of times. "

"Splendid, Bunny?" cried Waller eagerly; and then, looking solemn at thethought of parting from his new friend: "But could you trust him, Bunny?"

"Trust him, sir?"

"Yes. I mean, he wouldn't betray the poor fellow, would he?"

Bunny stared at Waller for a moment, and then moistened both his hands, gave them a rub together, and clenched them. 

"He'd better!" he said. "Why, I'd--I'd--I'd--half smash him! Nay, Iwouldn't--I'd take his wife away. Sister Jen wouldn't stop along with asneak. But bah! Fisherman Jem! You might trust him anywhere. He'dwant stirring up to make him go, but me and the five pounds would makethat all right. "

"Oh, I oughtn't to have doubted him, Bunny; he's your brother-in-law;that's enough for me. Then, as soon as the soldiers are gone--I don'twant to, and I suppose I oughtn't to--but we will get him down to thelugger and send him off home to come to his senses. "

"Ah!" cried Bunny, "and you tell him, Master Waller, to stop there, forit ar'n't honest to come here trying to steal the King's crown. "

"No, " said Waller, laughing; "of course not, Bunny. Now, look here, youkeep a sharp look-out without seeming to be watching the soldiers andTony Gusset, and if there's anything wrong you come and tell me. "

"Right, Master Waller! That's so; and look here, sir. When we get himdown to the creek and take him aboard he'd better be dressed up a bit soas people shan't take no notice of him. You make him put on some ofyour oldest clothes, and keep him three or four days wi'out weshing hishands and face. That'll make him look more nat'ral. "

"Oh, we'll see about that, Bunny; and now you do this. You go down toLoo Creek and see your brother-in-law at once. But look here; you'llwant some money. "

"What for?" said the man sharply. 

"Oh, to pay somebody for giving you a lift, and for something to eat, because you won't be able to do it all in a day. "

"Oh, you let me alone for that. "

"I shan't, " said Waller. "Here, take this. "

"I shan't neither, " said the man, and he made a little resistance, whichended in Waller thrusting a couple of half-crowns into his pockets. "Say, Master Waller, you and me has had some games in these 'ere woodsin our time, ar'n't us?"

"Yes, Bunny! Hundreds. "

"But this 'ere's quite a new un, eh?"

"New indeed, Bunny. "

"Ay, and I'm beginning to like it, too, lad. Well, I suppose I must beoff. "

"But, Bunny, may I depend on you that you will keep this a secret?"

"May you depend on me, lad? Why, ar'n't I said it? Did yer ever knowme not keep my word?"

"Never!" cried Waller. 

"Then look 'ere, sir. That means mum. "

"That" was a smart slap on the mouth, Bunny's metaphorical way ofshowing that the secret of the young enthusiast who had come, as hebelieved, to fight for and rescue a lost cause, was within that casketand he had banged down the lid. 

CHAPTER TWENTY. 

RETURN OF THE SEARCH-PARTY. 

"What are you thinking about?" said Waller. 

"Thinking, " replied Godfrey. 

"Yes; you haven't spoken a word for the last five minutes. "

The two lads were standing together with their elbows resting on thesill of the wide dormer window, whose two casements were propped wideopen, while they gazed out into the soft darkness of the autumn night. 

"I was thinking about that friend of yours who was going to get me apass across to France in a fishing-boat. "

"Oh, " said Waller in a disappointed tone; "I thought you were thinkingabout how beautiful it is looking out here into the darkness of theforest, with the scent of the soft, warm, damp leaves, and listening tothe owls and that squeaking rabbit that had the weasel after it. "

"It is very beautiful, " said Godfrey sadly; "but I was thinking aboutthat boat. "

"I wish you wouldn't be so fond of wishing to get away, " said Wallergloomily. "It's as if I had not done enough to make you comfortable. "

"Oh!" cried the lad passionately, and he turned to lay his hand onWaller's shoulder. "How can you say that, when you have done too much, and made me feel--almost alone in the world as I am--as if I should liketo stay here always!"

"Do you mean that?" cried Waller excitedly. 

"Of course I do. I never had a friend like you before, and I never knewwhat it was to lead a boy's life. Out there in France I never heardabout anything else hardly but politics, and getting back the crown forthe Stuarts. "

"Then you really don't want to go?" cried Waller. 

"No; but I must go, and the sooner the better. You know what I mustfeel. "

"Yes, " said Waller sadly, "but--"

"Oh, it must come to an end. I lie awake of a night wondering how it isthat your servants have not found it all out before, with you bringingup all that I have to eat and drink. I fancy sometimes that they mustknow. "

"But they don't, " said Waller grimly. 

"But how have you managed?"

"Oh, somehow, " said Waller, with a half-laugh. "It's been mostly doneby stealing. "

"By stealing! Nonsense! You couldn't be a thief. "

"Thank you for the compliment, " said Waller, laughing; "but you arewrong. I have gone on stealing every day, everything you have had; onlyit was only my own breakfast and dinner. "

"Then you have been starving yourself for me!" said Godfrey excitedly. 

"Oh, no, I haven't, " cried Waller merrily, "only I've got the credit ofbeing such a pig that cook's quite anxious about me. It was only theday before yesterday she wanted me to take some physic; said I waseating twice as much as was good for me, and it made her very anxious, and she wished my father would come home. "

"Yes, " cried Godfrey, "your father, too. Why, you told me long ago thatyou expected him every day. "

"Well, so I did; but he doesn't come, and he doesn't write. I don'tknow why it is; but, of course, he will come some day. "

"Yes, and there will be terrible trouble about your harbouring me. Oh, Waller, I did hope your man of the woods would have got a passage for mein some boat. Why, it's four days since he was here and promised tomake that right. "

"Oh, give him time, " said Waller impatiently; "and do pray leave offgrumbling when things are going so well. "

"Going so well?"

"Yes, I didn't tell you. I was saving it up, only we got talking aboutother things. I have some news. The soldiers are gone. I am sorry tosay. "

"You are sorry to say?"

"Why, of course, " said Waller sadly. "Doesn't it mean that I have tokeep my promise and help to get you away?"

"Yes, " said Godfrey softly, and his fingers began to grip hiscompanion's shoulder; "but some day I hope that I shall be able to crossover again, not as a poor fugitive, but in peace, and come here and seeyou, if you will have me when I am not a prisoner. "

"If I will have you, lad!" cried Waller enthusiastically. "Why, youknow I will; and my father will be glad to see you too, if you don'tcome, as old Bunny said, to try and steal the crown. Why, of course, you and I are going to be friends always. And you will write to me, andI shall write to you. "

"Yes, yes; of course, " cried Godfrey eagerly. "I don't want to go away, Waller, but I must; and as that man--Bunny you call him--does not bringus any news, I want you to let me start off to-morrow night as soon asit is dark, and make my way to Southampton. "

"To be caught and put in prison, " cried Waller, "and--Bother that owl!That's the third time it has hooted this last five minutes. No!" hecried in an excited whisper, as he rested his hands on the window-sill. "Hist! It's Bunny Wrigg!" And then, clapping his hands to each side ofhis mouth, he softly imitated with wonderful accuracy the call of one ofthe woodland owls. 

"_Hoi hoi hoi hoi hoi_!"

"_Pee-week_! _Pee-week_! _Pee-week_!" came from below them in theshrubbery a little to their left. 

"All right, Bunny, " whispered Waller. "I'll come down. "

"Nay, lad; hold hard. I'm coming up. "

The darkness was so dense that, as the lads gazed down, they had but amere glimpse of a shadowy animal, as it seemed to be running across thelawn, and directly after there was a faint, soft rustling in the thickivy. 

"Isn't it dangerous for him?" whispered Godfrey. 

"Not it. Bunny can climb like a cat. He'll be right up in the biggutter directly. "

The lad was quite correct, for, with wonderfully little noise, considering, the active fellow climbed up by the huge old stems of theivy, and a couple of minutes later he was standing in the stone gutter, holding on by the division between the open casements. 

"Catch hold of this 'ere bundle--on my back, " he whispered. "It's onlyhanging on by the strap over my neck. "

Waller did as he was told, and, pulling the strap over the man's head, he drew a big soft bundle into the room. 

"That's your sort, " whispered Bunny. "If I tried to clamber in withthat on it would have ketched. "

The next moment he was gliding in over the window-sill, slowly andsoftly like a huge black slug, and ended by seating himself cross-leggedon the floor. 

"Anybody hear me if I talk?"

"No, but speak low, " whispered Waller, while Godfrey's breath was quiteaudible as he breathed hard in his excitement. "We were beginning tothink that you did not mean to come. "

"What call had you got to think that?" grumbled the man in a hoarsewhisper. "I went directly. --How are you, young gentleman?--Mybrother-in-law Jem had gone to sea, and I had to wait; and here I amnow, large as life and twiced as ugly. "

"But has your brother-in-law come back?"

"Oh, ay, he's got back. "

"And will he take my friend across to Cherbourg?"

"Oh, I have been having a long fight with him about that, sir. He's gota nasty disposition, he has. I telled him that I'd give him a goodprice for doing the job, and that I'd go as far as three pounds. "

"What!" cried Waller. "I told you five. "

"To be sure you did, sir, but I warn't going to let him have all his ownway, so I said three, meaning, if he argufied very much, to springanother pound and make it four. But he wouldn't. He stuck out for thefive, and I had to promise him. "

"Oh, but you shouldn't have wasted time over that, Bunny. "

"Don't you tell me, Master Waller. I know brother Jem better than youdo. He's a close-fisted one, brother Jem is, and he always takes carethat them as buys his fish to sell ashore shan't have too much profit. Why, if I had offered him five pound right off he'd have held out forsix. But don't you get wasting time talking. There aren't none tolose. "

"No time to lose? What do you mean?" said Waller. 

"Ah, you don't know, then? The soldiers is coming here to-night. "

"To-night! Nonsense!" cried Waller. "They have gone right away--toChichester, I think. "

"Maybe they went, sir, but it warn't to Chichester; it was toChristchurch; and Tony Gusset got hold of something, and he's gone afterthem, and some one I know telled me they were coming here to-night, anddon't mean to be put off this time. "

"Then I must go at once, " cried Godfrey excitedly. 

"That's right, sir, " said Bunny. "I brought you some things as willmake you look like a fisher-lad when I have done with you. Can you slipthem on in the dark?"

"Oh, yes, of course he can, " cried Waller. "I will help him. "

"The sooner the better, then, sir, " whispered the man, and, busyinghimself with the knots in a great cotton handkerchief, he soon shook outa big, broad, canvas petticoat, such as the fishers use, sewed right upthe middle so as to give it the semblance of a clumsy pair of trousers. 

Godfrey winced a little as he handled the stiff garment; but it was forliberty, and he soon had the canvas buttoned on. 

"You had better take off that jacket, sir. I can't see it, but I canfeel as it don't look a bit like a fisher-boy's things. That's yoursort! Now then, Master Waller, pull that there jersey over his head. That's the way. There, now, he feels like a regular sailor-lad. Here'sa sou'-wester, too. It's rather an old un, but none the worse for that. There you are. Now then, I have got a bit of a pot here. You holdyour hands, and I'll fish out a dob of it with my knife. Then you giveit a good rub round with your hands so as to go all over them, and thenyou can gorm them well over your face. Don't be afraid of it, sir. It'll make you look every bit a sailor, and won't wash off in a month. "

Godfrey drew in his breath with a hiss. 

"Why, what is it, Bunny?" said Waller. 

"Real good pitch, sir, same as they pays over the bottoms of theirboats. "

"Oh, but surely that isn't necessary, " cried Waller angrily. 

"He's right, " said Godfrey, as he began to rub the sticky brown produceof the fir well over his hands and face. "It's the best disguise Icould assume. "

"Hist!" said Waller. "Didn't I hear something?"

Bunny turned to the window, looked out cautiously, and drew in his headagain. 

"They've come, " he whispered. "Now sir, can't you get us down to theback door, so that we can slip away at once?"

"No, " said Waller excitedly. "We should have to cross the hall, andthey'd be there. "

"I'm all right, " said Bunny. "I can slip down easier than I got up. What about this here young gentleman? He won't find it so easy withthat there canvas on. "

"No, " cried Waller. "He couldn't get down. I don't believe I could. What in the world are we to do?"

"Ar'n't got a bit of rope, I suppose, sir?" whispered Bunny. 

"Yes, of course. I'd forgotten. "

"Strong un?"

"The new one I got for the fishing-net, " said Waller. 

"That'll do it. Now then, let me look out while you get it. You makeit fast to the big window-bar while I just try and see what they aredoing. I want to make sure that they all go in and leave the way clearfor us to slide down. Once we can get to the woods we shall be allright. "

"Make sure, " whispered Waller, "that they don't leave a sentry by theporch. "

Bunny grunted, and as silently as he could Waller took his coil of ropefrom the drawer, fastened it again to the beam, and, as soon as the mandrew in his head, prepared to lower it down. 

"It's all right, my lad. Be quick. Some of them has gone round to theback, and your gal Bella has just let t'others in by the front door. Here, I'll go down first to see if the rope's safe, and ready to knockover any of them sojers if he tries to stop us. The young gent hadbetter come next, and you last. You'll have to leave the rope to getback after you have seen us a bit on the way. But hold hard a minute. How long is that rope?"

"About thirty yards, " said Waller. 

"Here, let me get at it, " said Bunny, and, rapidly unfastening it, heran it through his hands till he could put the two ends together to getits measurement, and then, passing an end on either side of the uprightdivision of the window, he lowered it down till the bight came incontact with the upright bar. "There you are;" he whispered; "twice asstrong; and when we are all down I can haul on one end and bring itafter us to hide it somewheres in the wood so as it shan't give youaway. "

"Capital!" whispered Waller, hurrying to the window, thrusting out hishead, and listening, to find all still. "No one there, " he whisperedagain, "so down with you. "

Bunny gave a grunt, took hold of the rope, and as he was squeezinghimself out to stand with his feet in the gutter. Waller caught hold ofhis friend's hand, gave it a grip, and then crept to the door, turnedthe key softly, opened it and listened there, to hear the murmur ofvoices down in the hall. 

He turned the key again and darted back to the window, to feel the ropequivering for a few moments and then slacken. 

Bunny was at the bottom. 

"Now can I help you?" whispered Waller. 

"No, " was the reply. "I can manage. " But Waller's heart beat fast anda strange choking sensation seemed to rise in his breast as the boy, hampered by his stiff petticoat-trousers, had no little difficulty ingetting clear of the window. 

The next minute he was letting himself glide down, rustling loudlythrough the ivy. 

Waller waited, leaning half out of the window and gazing down till hewas satisfied that his companion was nearly at the bottom, when hehurried back to the door, unlocked it and withdrew the key, and then, opening, he felt for the hole and thrust the key in on the outer side. 

"There, " he muttered; "when they come up here, they won't suspect me. "

It was his turn now, and, full of activity, he crept out of the windowand stood for a moment amongst the ivy in the gutter, and then began toslide so quickly down the double rope that his hands were ready to burn. As he touched the soft earth he felt Bunny thrust him aside and takehold of one end of the rope. 

"You haul steadily, " he whispered; and as the lad drew on the rope thebig country fellow laid it in rings at his feet. "Mind your head, " hewhispered, "when t'other end falls. "

But Waller was on his guard, and as the end glided round the upright ofthe window-frame and came rustling down through the ivy, it just touchedthe lad's protecting arm, and that was all. 

"I'll hide this here somewhere, where I can find it again, " whisperedBunny. "You won't want to go in again that way when there's the doors. "

As the last ring was formed of the rope and caught up by the roughgipsy-looking fellow, they stood listening to the sound of voices, whichcame loudly from within, two of those present recognising the husky, throaty speech of the village constable, and Waller set it down toquestioning as to where he was. 

Directly after, at a word from Bunny, they stepped off the bed on to thesoft turf, just as there was the rattle of a lock, the big door wasthrown open, and a bright bar of light flashed across the lawn, while_clump, clump_, came the heavy footsteps of a couple of the soldiersmarching through the porch. 

To go on seemed to Waller like courting danger; to stand still suggestedthe certainty of being seen; and giving Godfrey a thrust, he pressedonward, risking all, and following Bunny, who was hurrying in thedirection of the forest. 

Over and over again Waller felt certain that they must be seen by thetwo men, whom he could make out as he glanced back, standing against thelight that came through the porch, and he could hardly believe in theirgood fortune, as neither shout nor shot was sent in their direction, while a few minutes later they were threading their way amongst thetrees. 

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE. 

THE ESCAPE. 

"Well, so far so good, " said Bunny softly. "We are not likely to meetanybody in the hevenue, Master Waller, so that's the best going, and wewill keep to that. "

"The soldiers will be all up at the Manor, but suppose anybody else iscoming up from the village?"

"If they was I should 'ear them, sir, before they 'eard me. We willstep out, and when you think it best, Master Waller, you turn back, andmake yourself easy. I'll see young squire here safe aboard brotherJem's boat some time to-morrow, so you had better say good-bye prettysharp so as to be ready to slip off when you like. But what about thatthere money? Shall I tell brother Jem as I have it ready for him andhis mates when he's set young squire here safe across?"

"Yes, of course, " cried Waller. 

"Pst!" whispered the man. "In among the trees!" and he caught hold ofGodfrey's hand, dragging him through the bracken and bush, while in hisexcitement Waller took cover on the other side of the winding way. 

For all at once he was conscious of the flashing of two lights and thedull rattle of wheels coming through the deep sand of the road. 

Directly after the lights were illumining the big trunks of the fine oldtrees through which the track ran, and the boy's heart beat all thefaster as through the open window of the post-chaise he caught a glimpseof the grey, stern-looking head of him whom he had expected so long. 

"Father!" he breathed to himself, and he stood gazing after the chaisetill it had passed round another curve and the last gleam of the lightshad disappeared. "Pst!" he whispered. "Bunny! Did you see that!"

There was no reply, not a sound but the faint whirr of the wheelsgrowing fainter moment by moment, and, confident now that he could notbe seen, the boy left the shelter of the trees, crossed the road, andentered those on the other side beyond the broad strip of grass. 

"Bunny!" he whispered again with no result, and then three times over atintervals he hazarded the call of an owl; but in vain. Then, afterhurrying for a short distance in the direction he felt that hiscompanions must have taken, he was brought up short in a clump ofbrambles, and, feeling the madness of attempting to follow farther, hebegan to think. 

"I must trust to Bunny getting him safely off, whether I will or not, "he muttered. "Oh, but he's sure to get him aboard, and I had notreckoned on this. Father is up at the porch door by now, to find thesoldiers searching the place, and the first thing he will say will be, `Where is Waller?'"

The next minute the boy was trotting steadily back towards the Manor, trusting more to instinct than to sight in avoiding the trees. 

"And I never said good-bye!" he kept on muttering. "I never saidgood-bye!"

Then all at once he stopped short, panting hard, partly from exertion, partly from excitement, for the thought came strong upon him now of hisfather. 

"He will ask me, " he panted, "where I have been; and what am I to say?"

An end to the boy's musings was put by the returning post-chaise, whosewheels he heard far ahead, and as soon as it had passed he hurried onalong the road; but before he had gone far he took to cover again, forvoices were approaching him in the darkness, one of which, loud andthreatening, Waller recognised at once as that of the sergeant incommand of the search-party. 

He was talking in a menacing tone, and the reply came in a husky, petulant voice, plainly that of the village constable, while directlyafter there was a chorus of laughter. 

Waller shrank farther back amongst the trees, and stood thinking much ofhis friend's escape, of this second fruitless mission of the soldiery, but, above all, of that which was before him, for, as he hurried on, there, straight before him, his father's stern countenance seemed torise out of the darkness to look at him with questioning eyes. 

The rest of the journey back he saw nothing, heard nothing, thought ofnothing, but that stern, questioning face. In fact, later on it seemedto the lad as if there had been a blank until he found himself standingin the well-lit dining-room, listening to his father's words. 

These were very few, the principal being comprised in the question, veryshortly and sharply uttered--

"Well, Waller, my boy, where have you been?"

The next minute the tired traveller was sitting back in the bigarmchair, his brow resting upon one hand, which shaded his face from theyoung speaker, who slowly, and without a moment's hesitation, spoke outfrankly and related all that has been told here. 

"Well, " said the Squire, as his son ended his narrative, "I am amagistrate, my boy, and it would have been my duty if I had been here togive up that lad to those who sought him. I was not here, and you actedupon the promptings of your own breast. Well, my boy, I have had a longand slow journey down; I am very tired, and I was not prepared for sucha business as this. It is late, and beyond your time for bed; quitemine, too. And so this young French Englishman whom you have shelteredis on his way with that fellow Wrigg to Loo Creek, where he is to join alugger, and be set ashore at Cherbourg?"

"Yes, father. But you will not send the soldiers in chase of him now?"

"Not to-night, my boy, " was the reply, "for I am too worn out and wearyfor anything but bed. I will sleep upon it and see what I think is myduty on the subject to-morrow morning. "

"Ah, " thought Waller Froy, as he went slowly up, candle in hand, to theroom from which his prisoner had so lately escaped; and his first actwas to pick up the jacket Godfrey Boyne had thrown upon the floor. 

"Why, I needn't have minded, " said Waller to himself. "It's my jacketthat I lent him; and I feel so comfortable and easy now that dad knowsall. There, I believe I can sleep better to-night than I have for amonth. "

He descended to his bedroom, feeling rather sad, though, as he thoughtof his late companion's journey through the darkness of the night. 

Then, as he slowly undressed and laid his head upon the pillow, he hadone more wandering thought:

"Will father do anything more about that poor fellow Boyne?"

The next minute Waller Froy had ceased to think, and thought no moretill he opened his eyes upon the light of another bright autumn morning. 

"Father said he would sleep upon it. What will he say to me when wemeet?" And then another question flashed through his brain: "Franceisn't so very far away; I wonder whether Godfrey Boyne and I will evermeet again?"