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speed back to Delia.

She was still waiting among the leafless alders, and clapp'd her hands to see the two loaves under my arm.

Said I, flinging down the clothes, and munching at my share of the breadโ€”-

โ€œHere is the boy's suit that you wish'd for.โ€

โ€œOh, dear! 'tis not a very choice one.โ€ Her face fell.

โ€œAll the better for escaping notice.โ€

โ€œButโ€”but I like to be notic'd!โ€

Nevertheless, when breakfast was done, she consented to try on the clothes. I left her eyeing them doubtfully, and stroll'd away by the river's bank. In a while her voice call'd to meโ€”-

โ€œOh, Jackโ€”they do not fit at all!โ€

โ€œWhy, 'tis admirable!โ€ said I, returning, and scanning her. Now this was a lie: but she took me more than ever, so pretty and comical she look'd in the dress.

โ€œAnd I cannot walk a bit in them!โ€ she pouted, strutting up and down.

โ€œSwing your arms more, and let them hang looser.โ€

โ€œAnd my hair. Oh, Jack, I have such beautiful hair!โ€

โ€œIt must come off,โ€ said I, pulling the shears out of my pocket.

โ€œAnd look at these huge boots!โ€

Indeed, this was the main trouble, for I knew they would hurt her in walking: yet she made more fuss about her hair, and only gave in when I scolded her roundly. So I took the shears and clipp'd the chestnut curls, one by one, while she cried for vexation; and took occasion of her tears to smuggle the longest lock inside my doublet.





But, an hour after, she was laughing again, and had learned to cock the poor country lad's cap rakishly over one eye: and by evening was walking with a swagger and longing (I know) to meet with folks. For, to spare her the sight of the ruin'd cottage, I had taken her round through the fields, and by every bypath that seem'd to lead westward. 'Twas safer to journey thus; and all the way she practic'd a man's carriage and airs, and how to wink and whistle and swing a stick. And once, when she left one of her shoes in a wet ditch, she said โ€œdโ€”n!โ€ as natural as life: and thenโ€”

We jump'd over a hedge, plump into an outpost of rebels, as they sat munching their supper.

They were six in all, and must have been sitting like mice: for all I know of it is this. I had climb'd the hedge first, and was helping Delia over, when out of the ground, as it seem'd, a voice shriek'd, โ€œRunโ€”run!โ€”the King's men are on us!โ€ and then, my foot slipping, down I went on to the shoulders of a thick-set man, and well-nigh broke his neck as he turn'd to look up at me.

At first, the whole six were for running, I believe. But seeing only a lad stretch'd on his face, and a second on the hedge, they thought better of it. Before I could scramble up, one pair of hands was screw'd about my neck, another at my heels, and in a trice there we were pinion'd.

โ€œFetch the lantern, Zacchaeus.โ€

'Twas quickly lit, and thrust into my face; and very foolish I must have look'd. The fellows were all clad in green coats, much soil'd with mud and powder. And they grinn'd in my face till I long'd to kick them.

โ€œSearch the malignant!โ€ cried one. โ€œQuestion him,โ€ call'd out another; and forthwith began a long interrogatory concerning the movements of his Majesty's troops, from which, indeed, I learn'd much concerning the late encounter: but of course could answer nought. 'Twas only natural they should interpret this silence for obstinacy.

โ€œMarch 'em off to Captain Stubbs!โ€

โ€œHalloa!โ€ shouted a pockmarked trooper, that had his hand thrust in on my breast: โ€œbring the lantern close here. What's this?โ€

'Twas, alas! the King's letter: and I bit my lip while they cluster'd round, turning the lantern's yellow glare upon the superscription.

โ€œLads, there's promotion in this!โ€ shouted the thick-set man I had tumbled on (who, it seem'd, was the sergeant in the troop): โ€œhand me the letter, there! Zacchaeus Martin and Tom Pineโ€”you two bide here on duty: t'other three fall in about the prisonersโ€”quick march!' The wicked have digged a pitโ€”'โ€

The rogue ended up with a tag from the Psalmist.

We were march'd down the road for a mile or more, till we heard a loud bawling, as of a man in much bodily pain, and soon came to a small village, where, under a tavern lamp, by the door, was a man perch'd up on a tub, and shouting forth portions of the Scripture to some twenty or more green-coats assembled round. Our conductor pushed past these, and enter'd the tavern. At a door to the left in the passage he halted, and knocking once, thrust us inside.

The room was bare and lit very dimly by two tallow candles, set in bottles. Between these, on a deal table, lay a map outspread, and over it a man was bending, who look'd up sharply at our entrance.

He was thin, with a blue nose, and wore a green uniform like the rest: only his carriage proved him a man of authority.

This Captain Stubbs listened, you may be sure, with a bright'ning eye to the sergeant's story; and at the close fix'd an inquisitive gaze on the pair of us, turning the King's letter over and over in his hands.

โ€œHow came this in your possession?โ€ he ask'd at length.

โ€œThat,โ€ said I, โ€œI must decline to tell.โ€

He hesitated a moment; then, re-seating himself, broke the seal, spread the letter upon the map, and read it slowly through. For the first time I began heartily to hope that the paper contain'd nothing of moment. But the man's face was no index of this. He read it through twice, folded it away in his breast, and turn'd to the sergeantโ€”

โ€œTo-morrow at six in the morning we continue our march. Meanwhile keep these fellows secure. I look to you for this.โ€

The sergeant saluted and we were led out. That night we pass'd in handcuffs, huddled with fifty soldiers in a hayloft of the inn and hearkening to their curious talk, that was half composed of Holy Writ and half of gibes at our expense. They were beaten men and, like all such, found comfort in deriding the greater misfortunes of others.

Before daylight the bugles began to sound, and we were led down to the green before the tavern door, where already were close upon five hundred gather'd, that had been billeted about the village and were now forming in order of marchโ€”a soil'd, batter'd crew, with torn ensigns and little heart in their movements. The sky began a cold drizzle as we set out, and through this saddening whether we trudged all day, Delia and I being kept

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