“And there is a strapping young farmer, William Long by name, who would gladly lend you the strength of his right arm,” cried Rosamund, kindling into excitement.  “He was lately wedded to my best friend, Mary Baker, and they live not far from our cottage.  I had thought to speak to him if things went on so; but four to one is long odds, and moreover he is something stolid in the head, and might mistake his men, and so get himself into trouble.”

The thought of a battle on behalf of his good friend’s daughter was congenial enough to Tom, who had always felt a strong personal antagonism to these bullies; an antagonism warmly shared by Harry Gay, who eagerly entered into the plan for freeing Rose of their unwelcome presence in her neighbourhood.  He was also an admirer of pretty Rosamund, whom he had known from childhood, although they did not meet very regularly, as Harry did not often intrude upon Cale on the Sunday, when he knew he liked to have Rosamund to himself.  However, he knew very well the haunts most frequented by the four bullies who had taken it into their heads to persecute the perruquier’s daughter.  They probably bore Cale a grudge for his action towards them upon the Sunday when there had been the fight in the street; and certainly if he had had any idea that they were seeking to touch him through his child, he would have been exceedingly uneasy, and his business must have suffered.

“I will keep a watch upon them,” said Harry Gay, who was quite pleased to join with so great a man as Tom Tufton had become in some affair of this sort; “I will have an eye to them, and if I think they are starting off for the north of the town, I will run at once and fetch you; and we will follow and outstrip them, for they must needs stop at every tavern as they go, and we can slip by and be ready for them at Highgate.”

So Tom remained for the most part in and about his lodging for the next day or two, pleased enough to watch the busy life of the streets, and hear the gossip of the young dandies in Cale’s shop.  No word of any kind came to him from Lord Claud during this time of waiting; but Tom had no anxieties as to the money he was to receive for his services, and Master Cale had still a few guineas in hand from the sum left to pay for his lodging chamber in his absence, which Tom had desired to continue to rent, that he might leave there his worldly possessions.

It was on the forenoon of Wednesday that Harry came to seek him, all eagerness and speed.

“They have started forth towards the north,” he said, “and I heard a few scraps of talk, and am certain that they are bound for Highgate.  We shall quickly overtake and pass them; and, with the help of honest William, we will give them such a lesson as shall make them avoid the locality for the rest of their lives, I hope.  So, if you are ready, let us be off.”

Tom was ready in a trice, and very soon they found themselves following in the track of the four young rakes, who were swaggering along the sunny streets in their usual rolling way, accosting and insulting the passers by, knocking citizens’ hats into the gutter, singing scraps of ribald songs, and ready to come to blows with any other bullies who might run up against them.