ared upon the scene,
accompanied by a young woman whose proportions were little, if at all,
short of his own, and calling aloud to all the company, as if he had
accomplished the main object of the expedition, "It's all raight, boys,
I've got Serlizer!" Behind the happy pair came an old woman, gray,
wrinkled, and with features that bore unmistakable traces of sorrow and
suffering. "Hev they ben good to you, Serlizer?" asked Mr. Toner, after
he had in the most public and unblushing manner saluted his long lost
sweetheart. The large woman raised her bared arms from the elbow
significantly, and replied, with a trace of her father's gruffness, "I
didn't arst 'em; 'sides I allers had old Marm Flowers to keep 'em off."
The expedition was demoralized. The colonel and his servant were with
the dominie on the road. Ben, with Timotheus and Sullivan, was rejoicing
in Serlizer; while Mr. Hislop and Rufus were guarding the captured
stone-cutters. Sylvanus, not to be outdone by his companions of the
second squad, attached himself, partly as a protector, partly as a
prisoner's guard, to Mrs. Flower, the keeper of the boarding-house.
Sergeant Terry, without a command, followed what remained of the first
squad in its search for Rawdon. The first person he came upon, in his
way down to the water, was Monsieur Lajeunesse, who could run no
farther, and, perspiring at every pore, sat upon a log, mopping his face
with a handkerchief.

"A such coorse 'ave I not med, Meestare Terray, sinsa zat I vas a too
ptee garsong." Mr. Terry understood, owing to large experience of
foreigners, and could not permit the opportunity of making a
philological remark to pass, "D'ye know, Mishter Lashness, that Frinch
an' the rale ould Oirish is as loike as two pays? Now, there's garsan is
as Oirish a worrud for a young bhoy as ye'll find in Connaught. But juty
is juty, moy dare sorr, so, as they say in the arrmy, 'Fag a bealach,'
lave the way." The sergeant's next discovery was the doctor, borne in
the arms of the lawyer and the dismounted parson. He had sprained his
ancle in the rapid descent to which his zeal had impelled him, and had
thus been compelled to leave the Squire in command. Mr. Hill had been
left behind on the left of the encampment with the horses of the three
dismounted cavaliers, Squire Walker, Mr. Perrowne, and the detective, so
that Sergeant Carruthers, now acting colonel, had with him a mere
corporal's guard, consisting of Messrs. Errol and B