“What’s in the basket?” asked Duke.

“All I could get,” said Diana.  “Some bread and eggs, and some oranges I bought last night.  I thought you’d be glad of them maybe.  And Tim, you have the money safe?”

Tim nodded his head.

In a few minutes they reached the road he had spoken of.  In silence poor Diana kissed the three children and turned away, for she could not speak.  But Duke and Pamela burst into tears.

“Oh if you would but come with us,” they said over and over again.  But Diana shook her head.

“You shouldn’t cry, master and missy dear, to go to your own home.  It was a wicked shame to take you from it, but I hope God will forgive me the little I had to do with it, for I’ve truly done my best to get you safe back.  And you’ll ask the kind gentleman and lady to be good to poor Tim, and put him in an honest way of life.”

“Oh yes,” sobbed the children.  And then Diana kissed them again and resolutely turned away.  But Tim ran after her.

“You don’t think Mick’ll beat you?” he said anxiously.

“He shan’t have the chance,” she answered scornfully.  “No, no, Tim, I’ll take care of myself.  Be a good boy; getting away from us is the best thing could come to you.  And some day maybe I’ll have news of you, and you of me perhaps.”

Tim hastened back to the children, but his merry face was sad and his heart heavy.

A short time brought them to the edge of the canal, and there sure enough a boat was moored.  There was no one moving about the little house Tim had pointed out, but on board the canal boat two figures were to be seen—­or rather three, for they were those of a young man and a younger woman with a baby in her arms; and in answer to a whistle from Tim the man came forward and called out cheerfully, “Good morning; is it all right?”

“All right,” called back Tim, and then he turned to the children.

“We’re going in this boat, master and missy.  See, won’t it be fine fun, sailing away along the canal?”

Pamela seemed a little frightened.

“You’re sure he won’t take us to that naughty man?” she said, holding Tim’s hand tight.

“Bless you, no; it’s to get away from him we’re going in the boat.  Peter—­that’s the name of the man there—­Peter’s promised to take us as far as he goes towards Sandle’ham.  It’s such a piece of luck as never was to have come across him; he’s the cousin of the boy I told you of who let me stay in his boat when I was a little ’un.”

“Oh,” cried the children,—­“oh yes, us remembers that story.  It was a boy and his mother.  And was it a boat just like this, Tim?”

“Not near so clean and tidy.  This one’s been all new painted, don’t you see?  It’s as clean as clean.  But we must be quick.  Peter and I’ll jump you in.  He’s all ready to start.  There’s the horse a-waiting.”

Duke was quite content, but Pamela still hung back a little.