llulae duae
post prandium_.' Travel is, indeed, a most delightful occupation, and I
would like to run over the whole world."

"And I would like to follow you," interrupted Timothy. "I suspect we
have commenced our _grand tour_ already--three miles behind a
hackney-coach--ten on foot, and about two, I should think, in this
wagon. But as Cophagus says, _Cochlearija crash many summendush_,' which
means, 'there are ups and downs in this world.'"

"Hah!" exclaimed our companion. "He, also, has the rudiments."

"Nay, I hope I've done with the _Rudimans_," replied Timothy.

"Is he your follower?" inquired the man.

"That very much depends upon who walks first," replied Timothy, "but
whether or no--we hunt in couples."

"I understand--you are companions. '_Concordat cum nominativo numero et
persona_.' Tell me, can you roll pills, can you use the pestle and the
mortar, handle the scapula, and mix ingredients?"

I replied that of course I knew my profession.

"Well, then, as we have still some hours of night, let us now obtain
some rest. In the morning, when the sun hath introduced us to each
other, I may then judge from your countenances whether it is likely that
we may be better acquainted. Night is the time for repose, as Quintus
Curtius says, '_Custos, bos, fur atque sacerdos_. Sleep was made for
all--my friends, good-night."

Chapter IX

In which the adventures in the wagon are continued, and we become
more puzzled with our new companions--We leave off talking Latin,
and enter into an engagement.

Timothy and I took his advice, and were soon fast asleep. I was awakened
the next morning by feeling a hand in my trouser's pocket. I seized it,
and held it fast.

"Now just let go my hand, will you?" cried a lachrymal voice.

I jumped up--it was broad daylight, and looked at the human frame to
which the hand was an appendix. It was a very spare, awkwardly-built
form of a young man, apparently about twenty years old, but without the
least sign of manhood on his chin. His face was cadaverous, with large
goggling eyes, high cheek bones, hair long and ragged, reminding me of a
rat's nest, thin lips, and ears large almost as an elephant's. A more
woe-begone wretch in appearance I never beheld, and I continued to look
at him with surprise. He repeated his words with an idiotical
expression, "Just let go my hand, can't you?"

"What business had your hand in my pocket?" replied I, angrily.

"I was