‘But this poor child?’ said the Doctor, leading back the conversation.  ‘What can we do?’

‘The law of the case is clear,’ said the Squire; ’we must move a habeas corpus.’

‘But shall we be nearer getting him for that?’ inquired the Doctor.

’Perhaps not, sir; but ‘tis the regular way.  We must proceed by rule.’

‘I am sadly distressed,’ said Dr. Masham.  ’The worst is, he has gained such a start upon us; and yet he can hardly have gone to London; he would have been recognised here or at Southport.’

‘With his hair cropped, and in a Jesuit’s cap?’ inquired the Squire, with a slight sneer.  ’Ah!  Doctor, Doctor, you know not the gentry you have to deal with!’

‘We must hope,’ said Dr. Masham.  ’To-morrow we must organise some general search.’

‘I fear it will be of no use,’ said the Squire, replenishing his pipe.  ‘These Jesuits are deep fellows.’

‘But we are not sure about the Jesuits, Squire.’

‘I am,’ said the Squire; ’the case is clear, and the sooner you break it to his mother the better.  You asked me for my advice, and I give it you.’

CHAPTER XVI.

It was on the following morning, as the Doctor was under the operation of the barber, that his groom ran into the room with a pale face and agitated air, and exclaimed,

’Oh! master, master, what do you think?  Here is a man in the yard with my lord’s pony.’

‘Stop him, Peter,’ exclaimed the Doctor.  ’No! watch him, watch him; send for a constable.  Are you certain ‘tis the pony?’

‘I could swear to it out of a thousand,’ said Peter.

‘There, never mind my beard, my good man,’ said the Doctor.  ’There is no time for appearances.  Here is a robbery, at least; God grant no worse.  Peter, my boots!’ So saying, the Doctor, half equipped, and followed by Peter and the barber, went forth on the gallery.  ’Where is he?’ said the Doctor.

’He is down below, talking to the ostler, and trying to sell the pony,’ said Peter.

‘There is no time to lose,’ said the Doctor; ’follow me, like true men:’  and the Doctor ran downstairs in his silk nightcap, for his wig was not yet prepared.

‘There he is,’ said Peter; and true enough there was a man in a smock-frock and mounted on the very pony which Lady Annabel had presented to Plantagenet.

‘Seize this man in the King’s name,’ said the Doctor, hastily advancing to him.  ’Ostler, do your duty; Peter, be firm.  I charge you all; I am a justice of the peace.  I charge you arrest this man.’

The man seemed very much astonished; but he was composed, and offered no resistance.  He was dressed like a small farmer, in top-boots and a smock-frock.  His hat was rather jauntily placed on his curly red hair.

‘Why am I seized?’ at length said the man.

‘Where did you get that pony?’ said the Doctor.