He stood up presently to stretch his legs before mounting again, and as he stood up he heard running footsteps somewhere beyond the house:  they died away; but then came the sound of another runner, and of another, and he heard voices calling.  Then a window was flung up beyond the house; steps came rattling down the stairs within and passed out into the street.  It was probably a bull that had escaped, or a mad dog, he thought, or some rustic excitement of that kind, and he thought he would go and see it for himself; so he passed out through the house, just in time to meet Mr. Arnold coming round with the horses.

“What was the noise about?” he asked.

The other looked at him.

“I heard none, sir,” he said.  “I was in the stable.”

Robin looked up and down the street.  It seemed as empty as it should be on a summer’s day; two or three women were at the doors of their houses, and an old dog was asleep in the sun.  There was no sign of any disturbance.

“Where is the woman of the house?” asked Robin.

“I do not know, sir.”

They could not go without paying; but Robin marvelled at the simplicity of these folks, to leave a couple of guests free to ride away; he went within again and called out, but there was no one to be seen.

“This is laughable,” he said, coming out again.  “Shall we leave a mark behind us and be off?”

“Are they all gone, sir?” asked the other, staring at him.

“I heard some running and calling out just now,” said Robin.  “I suppose a message must have been brought to the house.”

Then, as he stood still, hesitating, a noise of voices arose suddenly round the corner of the street, and a group of men with pitchforks ran out from a gateway on the other side, fifty yards away, crossed the road, and disappeared again.  Behind them ran a woman or two, a barking dog, and a string of children.  But Robin thought he had caught a glimpse of some kind of officer’s uniform at the head of the running men, and his heart stood still.

IV

Neither of the two spoke for a moment.

“Wait here with the horses,” said Robin.  “I must see what all this is about.”

* * * * *

Mr. Arnold was scarcely more than a boy still, and he had all the desire of a boy, if he saw an excited crowd, to join himself to it.  But he was being a servant just now, and must do what he was told.  So he waited patiently with the two horses that tossed their jingling heads and stamped and attempted to kick flies off impossibly remote parts of their bodies.  Certainly, the excitement was growing.  After he had seen his friend walk quickly down the road and turn off where the group of rustically-armed men had disappeared in the direction where newly-made haystacks shaded their gables beyond the roofs of the houses, several other figures appeared through the opposite