is spirit was aflame with desire to meet his unknown friend. The
miles seemed few and short that separated him from his goal. But
doubtless some of the women among the 'Children of Light' wiped their
eyes as they watched the fiery little figure disappear along the
dusty road, and said, 'Truly that lad hath a valiant heart!'

Thus, in a burning fury of desire, the journey began. After many weary
days of travel the flame still burned unquenchably, although the boy's
figure looked yet leaner and more under-sized than when he left his
home.

Tramp, tramp, tramp, on and ever on, till at last the long-desired day
came, when, over the crest of a low hill, he made out for the first
time the distant spire and towers of the fair Border city. The river
Eden in the meadows below lay gleaming in the sunshine like a silver
bow.

Threadbare and very dusty were his clothes, his feet swollen and sore,
but his chin was pressed well forward, and the light in his eyes was
that of a conqueror, when at last, tramp, tramp, tramp, his tired feet
came pattering up the stones of the steep old bridge that spans the
Eden and leads to Carlisle Town.

'Which is the prison?' James asked himself, as his eyes scanned a
bewildering maze of towers and roofs. The tall leaden spire of the
Cathedral was unmistakable, 'no prisoners there.' Next he made out the
big square fortress of sandstone, red as Red William the Norman who
built it long ago, on its central mound frowning over the town.

His unknown friend might very possibly be within those walls. James
quickened his tired steps at the thought, and then stopped short, for
the gates of the bridge were shut. Droves of sheep and oxen on their
way to market filled the entry, and all foot passengers must wait.
James threw himself down, full length, on one of the broad stone
parapets of the bridge to rest his tired limbs until the way should
be clear again. Two men were seated in a stone recess below him, also
waiting to pass. At first James noticed only the dress they wore;
their tall hats and sombre clothes marked them out as Baptists; the
younger man a deacon probably, and the elder a pastor.

Presently James began to listen to their conversation.

'It is well he is safe in the Castle,' said the younger man, 'most
pernicious Quaker doctrine did he deliver that Sabbath day in answer
to our questions in the Abbey.'

'Pernicious Quaker doctrine!' James pricked up his ears at the words.
He settled him