the
ostlers--apathetic men. Stretching upwards, he clung to a beam. Aeneas
moved on and he was left hanging. Greatly did he incommode them by his
exercises. He pulled up, he circled, he kicked the other customers. At
last he fell to the earth, deliciously fatigued. His body worried him no
longer.

He went, like the baby he was, to buy a white linen hat. There were
soldiers about, and he thought it would disguise him. Then he had a
little lunch to steady the beer. This day had turned out admirably. All
the money that should have fed Rickie he could spend on himself. Instead
of toiling over the Cathedral and seeing the stuffed penguins, he could
stop the whole thing in the cattle market. There he met and made some
friends. He watched the cheap-jacks, and saw how necessary it was to
have a confident manner. He spoke confidently himself about lambs, and
people listened. He spoke confidently about pigs, and they roared with
laughter. He must learn more about pigs. He witnessed a performance--not
too namby-pamby--of Punch and Judy. "Hullo, Podge!" cried a naughty
little girl. He tried to catch her, and failed. She was one of the
Cadford children. For Salisbury on market day, though it is not
picturesque, is certainly representative, and you read the names of
half the Wiltshire villages upon the carriers' carts. He found, in Penny
Farthing Street, the cart from Wintersbridge. It would not start for
several hours, but the passengers always used it as a club, and sat in
it every now and then during the day. No less than three ladies were
these now, staring at the shafts. One of them was Flea Thompson's girl.
He asked her, quite politely, why her lover had broken faith with him
in the rain. She was silent. He warned her of approaching vengeance. She
was still silent, but another woman hoped that a gentleman would not
be hard on a poor person. Something in this annoyed him; it wasn't a
question of gentility and poverty--it was a question of two men. He
determined to go back by Cadbury Rings where the shepherd would now be.

He did. But this part must be treated lightly. He rode up to the culprit
with the air of a Saint George, spoke a few stern words from the saddle,
tethered his steed to a hurdle, and took off his coat. "Are you ready?"
he asked.

"Yes, sir," said Flea, and flung him on his back.

"That's not fair," he protested.

The other did not reply, but flung him on his head.

"How on earth did you learn that?"

"B