is plank lock-bridge to the
towing-path side of the river.

If, in so doing, he took another glance at the bargeman, he did it by
stealth. He cast himself on the grass by the Lock side, in an indolent
way, with his back in that direction, and, having gathered a few blades,
fell to chewing them. The dip of Eugene Wrayburn's sculls had become
hardly audible in his ears when the bargeman passed him, putting the
utmost width that he could between them, and keeping under the hedge.
Then, Riderhood sat up and took a long look at his figure, and then
cried: 'Hi--I--i! Lock, ho! Lock! Plashwater Weir Mill Lock!'

The bargeman stopped, and looked back.

'Plashwater Weir Mill Lock, T'otherest gov--er--nor--or--or--or!' cried
Mr Riderhood, with his hands to his mouth.

The bargeman turned back. Approaching nearer and nearer, the bargeman
became Bradley Headstone, in rough water-side second-hand clothing.

'Wish I may die,' said Riderhood, smiting his right leg, and laughing,
as he sat on the grass, 'if you ain't ha' been a imitating me,
T'otherest governor! Never thought myself so good-looking afore!'

Truly, Bradley Headstone had taken careful note of the honest man's
dress in the course of that night-walk they had had together. He must
have committed it to memory, and slowly got it by heart. It was
exactly reproduced in the dress he now wore. And whereas, in his own
schoolmaster clothes, he usually looked as if they were the clothes of
some other man, he now looked, in the clothes of some other man or men,
as if they were his own.

'THIS your Lock?' said Bradley, whose surprise had a genuine air; 'they
told me, where I last inquired, it was the third I should come to. This
is only the second.'

'It's my belief, governor,' returned Riderhood, with a wink and shake of
his head, 'that you've dropped one in your counting. It ain't Locks as
YOU'VE been giving your mind to. No, no!'

As he expressively jerked his pointing finger in the direction the boat
had taken, a flush of impatience mounted into Bradley's face, and he
looked anxiously up the river.

'It ain't Locks as YOU'VE been a reckoning up,' said Riderhood, when the
schoolmaster's eyes came back again. 'No, no!'

'What other calculations do you suppose I have been occupied with?
Mathematics?'

'I never heerd it called that. It's a long word for it. Hows'ever,
p'raps you call it so,' said Riderhood, stubbornly chewing his grass.

'It. What?'

'I'll say them,