ldn't do it
if it wasn't for the five pounds. You'd better keep close in the house.
There's some more of 'em in the wood looking for you."

Captain Flower took his advice, and for the next two days became a
voluntary prisoner. On the third day the old man reported that public
excitement about him was dying out, owing partly to the fact that it
thought the villain must have made his escape good, and partly to the
fact that the landlord of the Wheatsheaf had been sitting at his front
door shooting at snakes on the King's Highway invisible to ordinary
folk.

The skipper resolved to make a start on the following evening, walking,
the first night so as to get out of the dangerous zone, and then
training to London. At the prospect his spirits rose, and in a convivial
mood he purchased a bottle of red currant wine from the old woman at
supper, and handed it round.

He was still cheerful next morning as he arose and began to dress.
Then he paused, and in a somewhat anxious fashion patted his trousers
pockets. Minute and painful investigation revealed a bunch of keys and a
clasp-knife.

He tried his other pockets, and then, sinking in a dazed fashion into a
chair, tried to think what had become of his purse and loose change. His
watch, a silver one, was under his pillow, where he had placed it the
night before, and his ready cash was represented by the shilling which
hung upon the chain.

He completed his dressing slowly while walking about the room, looking
into all sorts of likely and unlikely hiding-places for his money, and
at length gave up the search in disgust, and sat down to wait until such
time as his host should appear. It was a complication for which he had
not bargained, and unable to endure the suspense any longer, he put his
head up the stairway and bawled to the old man to come down.

"What's the matter now?" demanded the old man as he came downstairs,
preceded by his wife. "One would think the place belonged to you, making
all that noise."

"I've lost my purse," said Flower, regarding him sternly. "My purse has
been taken out of one pocket and some silver out of the other while I
was asleep."

The old man raised his eyebrows at his wife and scratched his chin
roughly.

"I s'pose you've lost my three pounds along with it?" he said, raspily.

"Where's my purse?" demanded the skipper, roughly; "don't play the fool
with me. It won't pay."

"I don't know nothing about your purse," said the other, regar