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owered from the window; the chariot and property wagon were drawn from the stable yard and the horses led from their stalls. In a trice they were ready and the ladies, wrapped in their cloaks, were in the coach. But the clatter of hoofs, the neighing of a horse, or some other untoward circumstance, aroused the landlord; a window in the second story shot up and out popped a head in a night-cap. "Here!--What are you about?" cried the man. "Leaving!" said the manager, laconically. The landlord threw up his arms like Shylock at the loss of his money-bags. "The reckoning!" he exclaimed. "What about the reckoning?" "Your pound of flesh, sir!" replied Barnes. "My score! My score!" shouted the other. "You would not leave without settling it!" "Go to bed, sir," was the answer, "and let honest people depart without hindrance. You will be paid out of our first profits." But the man was not so easily appeased. "Robbers! Constable!" he screamed. Conceiving it was better to be gone without further parley, having assured him of their honorable intentions, Barnes was about to lash the horses, when Kate suddenly exclaimed: "Where's Constance?" "Isn't she inside?" asked the manager quickly. "No; she isn't here." "Oh, I sent her back to get something for me I had forgotten," spoke up Mrs. Adams, "and she hasn't returned yet." "Sent her back! Madam, you have ruined everything!" burst out Barnes, bitterly. "Mr. Barnes, I won't be spoken to like a child!" "Child, indeed--" But the querulous words were not uttered, for, as the manager was about to leave the box in considerable perturbation, there--gazing down upon them at a window next to that occupied by the landlord--stood Constance! For a tippet, or a ruff, or some equally wretched frippery, carelessly left by the old lady, all their plans for deliverance appeared likely to miscarry. Presumably, Constance, turned from her original purpose by the noisy altercation, had hurried to the window, where now the landlord perceived her and immediately availed himself of the advantage offered. "So one of you is left behind," he shouted exultantly. "And it's the leading lady, too! I'll take care she stays here, until after a settlement. I'll stop you yet! Stealing away in the middle of the night, you--you vagabonds!" His voice, growing louder and louder, ended in a shrieking crescendo. Disheartened, there seemed no alternative for the players save to t
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