ing wet, and shy, awkward looks.

"My lad," said the captain, "I cannot tell you how much I thank you for
your bravery and spirit the night before last. You did me and mine a
benefit that I shall always remember, though I feel it would just be
insulting you to offer you any present reward! Nor, indeed, could it be
sufficient for what you have done."

"Thank you, sir," mumbled John, hardly knowing what he or the captain
said.

"And," added Captain Carbonel, "your father got away. If he is taken,
what you have done for us may be remembered in his favour."

Again John managed to say, "Thank you, sir." And the captain rode off
to offer the like thanks to Tirzah Todd; but her cottage was shut up,
the donkey gone, and she, with her husband and Hoglah out on a
broom-selling expedition. He was not clear of the riot, and she did not
want him to hear her thanked. They must have gone away with their gipsy
kin, for they never came back while the Carbonels were in England, and
only a sovereign could be left for them with Mr Harford, who promised
to stand Tirzah's friend if any opening for assisting her offered.

Dan had been told that rioters generally got off without difficulty. It
was not easy to trace them, and their safety was in numbers and their
semi-disguise; and Jack Swing, or the man with the nose, had escaped on
various similar occasions, wearing a different disguise at each place.
It had not come into their calculations that they had gone so far as to
rouse the spirit of the landowners, who had at first dealt gently with
the disturbances, but who now felt that strong measures must be taken to
prevent the mischief from going further. He thought himself safe when
he had once got away from the strong-room at Greenhow, and he was
slouching about his garden when Cox the constable, backed by two stout
men, came with a warrant, from Sir Harry Hartman, for the apprehension
of Daniel Hewlett for peace-breaking and arson. He began to argue that
it was not he more than any one else, and he hadn't set fire to nothing,
but he was told that he must reserve his defence for his trial, and the
handcuffs were put on, and he was carried off in a cart, just as John
was hurrying up the lane, having got leave from his master to see how
his aunt was, before beginning work.

Molly had seen her husband taken to prison before, and she did not
realise that this was a much more serious affair than were his poaching
misdemeanours, so t