se----"

"This is intolerable. Do you mean to insult the court! Take your hat
off instantly, or I will fine you for contempt."

"Well, I must say it's hard I can't say a word."

"You are fined five pounds, and if you don't remove your hat----"

"I want to explain."

"Officer, remove that man's hat."

The tipstaff approached Mole and hit the offending hat with his stick,
but it did not move.

Then he struck it harder, and the crown went in.

"This is too bad!" screamed Mole.

But the tipstaff was wroth, and picking up a large law book smashed it
flat.

This was too much for Mole.

"You mutton-headed idiot, if you and the judge had a particle of sense,
you would know that I did not remove my hat, because I couldn't. It is
glued on."

Mole, however, was led away in custody and a fresh juryman sworn.

But Jack and Harry, who had been highly amused spectators, thought the
joke had gone far enough, so they tipped a solicitor through whom an
explanation was made, and Mole was released. He also got off serving on
the jury.

They left the court together.

But another surprise was in store for them.

"How are you, gentlemen?" said a very familiar voice, and, lo! Figgins
the orphan stood before them.

Figgins had not remained in Marseilles like the others, and therefore,
had escaped being arrested for counterfeit coining.

He reached London in safety, and having taken the upper part of a house
within half a mile of St. Paul's Cathedral, resolved never more to
trust himself beyond the City boundaries.

Yet, in his retirement, his conscience pricked him for having left so
hurriedly the friends who had rescued him from many a danger.

And Mole, too, his own particular travelling companion.

"I must go and see him once more," thought the orphan.

So one fine day he plucked up courage to venture a short journey on an
English railway, and knowing where the elder Harkaway lived, was
speedily instructed how to find Mole.

So now behold him shaking hands all round.

"I thought I must see you once more," said he, "but it is a great
undertaking, you know, for my travels made me more timid than ever I
was."

"Timid?" ejaculated Mole; "why, on one or two occasions you displayed
bravery almost equal to my own."

"Mildly, Mr. Mole," said Jack.

"Ah, Mr. Harkaway, you three gentlemen are brave men, but I am only a
poor timid orphan."

"That need not make you timid."

"But it does. So I have resolved never t