ing watched.

"Who by? That ragged-looking fellow yonder?"

"Yes; don't take any notice."

"No, I'm not going to," said Andrew, stooping to pick up a stone and
send it flying over the water. "Spy, perhaps. Well, we're not feeding
the ducks to-day. He's a spy for a crown. Well, let him spy. The
place is full of them. I've a good mind to lead him a good round, and
disappoint him. No, I will not; it might lead to our being arrested for
doing nothing, and what would be the good of doing that?"

The man did his work well, for he kept them in sight without seeming to
be looking at them once, till they went back to the Palace, where they
parted for a time, and Andrew said to himself:

"I wish I had not talked as I did about his father and mother. Poor old
fellow; how he was upset!"

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

IT WAS NOT FANCY.

Andrew Forbes would have felt more compunction had he seen Frank when he
was alone; for the lad hurried to his room, where he stood trembling
with agitation and thinking of what he should do.

His first thought was to go to his mother; but he knew that he could not
see her at that hour, and even if it had been possible, he shrank from
telling her, partly from dread of the state of agitation in which his
news would plunge her, partly from the thought that he might have been
mistaken--that fancy had had a great deal to do with it.

"But I'll put that to the test as soon as it's dark, if I can get away
unseen," he said to himself; and then he walked up and down his room,
wondering whether Andrew had seen anything--coming to the conclusion at
last that if he had he would have spoken out at once.

Then came another vein of thought to trouble him, and he was mentally
tossed about as to whether he ought not to have confided in his
companion. Then again he tortured himself as to whether he ought not to
go at once to Captain Murray and confide in him. Question after
question arose till his head felt dizzy, and he was so confused that he
was afraid to go and join his companion at the evening meal.

But at last his common sense told him that all this worry of thought was
due to the cowardly desire to get help, when, under the circumstances,
he knew that he ought to have sufficient manliness to act and prove
whether what he had seen was fancy or the reality.

If it proved to be real--

He trembled at the thought; but making a brave effort, he well bathed
his aching temples with cold water, a