ough he spied a mounted soldier coming up
the road at a trot, and knew that this must be one of the searchers
returning. In a minute more he recognised the man for an
acquaintance of his, a sergeant of the garrison, and by name
Grimwold, and hailed him as he came close.

'"Hallo! Is that you?" says the sergeant, reining up. "And how long
might you have been workin' there?"

'"Best part of an hour," says my grandfather. "What's up?"

'"There's a prisoner escaped, another o' those damned Yankees," says
the sergeant. "I've been laying the alarm all the way to Plymouth.
You ha'n't seen any suspicious-lookin' party pass this way, I
suppose?"

'My grandfather said very truthfully that he hadn't, but promised
very truthfully that he would keep an eye lifting. So the sergeant
wished him good-day and rode on towards Two Bridges.

'For the next twenty minutes nothing passed but a tax-cart and a
market woman with a donkey; and a while after them a very
queer-looking figure hove in sight.

''Twas a man walking, with a great sack on his shoulders and two or
three hats on his head, one atop of another. By the cut of his jib,
as they say, my grandfather knew him at once for one of the Plymouth
Jews, that visited Princetown by the dozen with cast-off clothes for
sale, and silver change for the gold pieces that found their way
sometimes into the prison as prize-money. Sometimes, too, they
carried away the Bank of England notes that the Frenchmen were so
clever at forging. But though, as he came near, the man had Jew
written all over him, my grandfather couldn't call to mind that he'd
ever seen this particular Jew before.

'What is more, it was plain enough in a minute that the Jew didn't
recognise my grandfather; for, catching sight of him aloft there on
the slope, first of all he gave a start, next he walked forward a few
steps undecided-like, and last he pulled up, set down his bundle like
a man tired, and looked behind him down the road. The road was
empty, so he turned his attention to my grandfather, and after
looking at him very curiously for half a minute, "Good-morning," says
he.

'By this time my grandfather had guessed what was passing in the
man's mind, and it came into his own to have a little fun.

'"Good-morning, stranger," said he, through his nose, mimicking so
well as he could the American manner of speaking.

'"How long have you been at work there, my man?" asks the Jew, still
glancing up and dow