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"Thank you, Peterby," said Barnabas, and, bowing to the Viscount,

followed him from the roo To avoid the crowded street they went by a

field-path behind the inn, a path which to-day was beset by, and

wound between, booths and stalls and carts of all sorts And here

was gathered a led tuipsy fortune-tellers and horse-coupers, thiers,

showmen, itinerant musicians,--all those nomads who are to be found

on every race-course, fair, and village green, when the world goes

a-holidaygentleht as to back, and

each excessively polite, yet walking, for theleft the crowd behind, Barnabas

paused suddenly in the shade of a deserted caravan, and turned to his

co, and with hand outstretched

"Sir?" said the Viscount, frowning and with eyes averted

"My Lord," said Barnabas, bowing profoundly, "if I have offended

your Lordship--I am sorry, but--"

"But, sir?"

"But your continued resenter than your avowed friendship forcry the Viscount sprang forward and, turning in a

flash, Barnabas saw a heavy bludgeon in the air above hi arure dart away and vanish aainst the caravan and lean there,

his pale face convulsed with pain

"Oh, Bev," he groaned, "ame arm, ye know Holdthe Viscount's writhing figure,