ord."

Saying this, Jack started up, and began to throw aside his holiday suit.
Instead, he donned his roughest clothes, took down the fishing-boots
from the wall, filled his pockets with tackle, and threw a landing-net
over his shoulder. Thus prepared, with a slouched hat that concealed
his features, he gently opened the window, and by means of a leaden
water-spout, and a pear-tree growing up the wall under his window,
slipped noiselessly to the ground. He quickly scaled the garden wall,
and took his way down a narrow lane winding between tall and irregular
houses, till he reached the side of the narrow river Leen, which,
sweeping by the foot of the castle hill, ultimately falls into the
Trent. He was soon clear of all the buildings, when, stopping under a
tall hedge-row which ran down to the stream, a low whistle reached his
ears.

"That is Smedley," he said to himself. "Well, I will fulfil my promise,
and then break with these fellows for good."

He whistled in return, in the same manner, and immediately a youth of
about his own age stepped out from the shelter of a hedge.

"Well, Jack, I am glad you have come at last," said Smedley; "it's
growing late, and the other fellows will be waiting for us down the
stream."

"Where is the boat?" asked Jack. "I promised to go with you to-night,
and I am not the man to break my word; but just let me tell you, Tom,
once for all, I am determined that this shall be the last time."

"Don't say that, Jack," answered Smedley: "we cannot afford to lose you.
We want a good leader in all our work, and you are just the man for us.
As for the boat, she is down by the edge of Colwick Causeway, under the
bushes; and Ned Bligh has got mufflers for the oars, and all ready; so
come with us now, and don't be bothering your head about the future."

The young men were soon walking along the sward of Colwick Park, with
the great trees throwing their shadows across it, when the moon, often
hidden by clouds, came out, and cast its light upon them. Sometimes
also it showed groups of cattle lying down sleeping, or lazily chewing
the cud, among the sweet herbage of the river's side. No other living
creature was in sight, so that Jack and his companion were not afraid of
talking in their usual tone of voice. They kept, however, well under
the shade of the trees.

"Those are some of Mr Strelley's beasts, I believe," said Jack: "a fine
lot they are, too; they will soon be off towards Camb