o be followed or stopped! Come back!"

"The other way!" said the locksmith. "Why, there he goes!"

The old man looked at her in wonder, and let her draw him into the
house. Still that look of terror was on her face, as she implored him
not to question her.

Presently she withdrew, and left him in his perplexity alone, and
Barnaby came in.

"I have been asleep," said the idiot, with widely opened eyes. "There
have been great faces coming and going--close to my face, and then a
mile away. That's sleep, eh? I dreamed just now that something--it was
in the shape of a man--followed me and wouldn't let me be. It came
creeping on to worry me, nearer and nearer. I ran faster, leaped, sprang
out of bed and to the window, and there in the street below--"

"Halloa, halloa, halloa! Bow, wow, wow!" cried a hoarse voice. "What's
the matter here? Halloa!"

The locksmith started, and there was Grip, a large raven, Barnaby's
close companion, perched on the top of a chair.

"Halloa, halloa, halloa! Keep up your spirits! Never say die!" the bird
went on, in a hoarse voice. "Bow, wow, wow!" And then he began to
whistle.

The locksmith said "Good-night," and went his way home, disturbed in
thought.

"In league with that ill-looking figure that might have fallen from a
gibbet. He listening and hiding here. Barnaby first upon the spot last
night. Can she, who has always borne so fair a name, be guilty of such
crimes in secret?" said the locksmith, musing. "Heaven forgive me if I
am wrong, and send me just thoughts."

_II--Barnaby Is Enrolled_

It is seven in the forenoon, on June 2, 1780, and Barnaby and his
mother, who had travelled to London to escape that unwelcome visitor
whom Varden had noticed, were resting in one of the recesses of
Westminster Bridge.

A vast throng of persons were crossing the river to the Surrey shore in
unusual haste and excitement, and nearly every man in this great
concourse wore in his hat a blue cockade.

When the bridge was clear, which was not till nearly two hours had
elapsed, the widow inquired of an old man what was the meaning of the
great assemblage.

"Why, haven't you heard?" he returned. "This is the day Lord George
Gordon presents the petition against the Catholics, and his lordship has
declared he won't present it to the House of Commons at all unless it is
attended to the door by forty thousand good men and true, at least.
There's a crowd for you!"

"A crowd, indeed!" said Ba