Sullivan and Timotheus, pushed past the two stonecutters, immediately thereafter arrested by Sergeant Terry, and invaded the structure.  Soon Ben reappeared upon the scene, accompanied by a young woman whose proportions were little, if at all, short of his own, and calling aloud to all the company, as if he had accomplished the main object of the expedition, “It’s all raight, boys, I’ve got Serlizer!” Behind the happy pair came an old woman, gray, wrinkled, and with features that bore unmistakable traces of sorrow and suffering.  “Hev they ben good to you, Serlizer?” asked Mr. Toner, after he had in the most public and unblushing manner saluted his long lost sweetheart.  The large woman raised her bared arms from the elbow significantly, and replied, with a trace of her father’s gruffness, “I didn’t arst ’em; ’sides I allers had old Marm Flowers to keep ’em off.”  The expedition was demoralized.  The colonel and his servant were with the dominie on the road.  Ben, with Timotheus and Sullivan, was rejoicing in Serlizer; while Mr. Hislop and Rufus were guarding the captured stone-cutters.  Sylvanus, not to be outdone by his companions of the second squad, attached himself, partly as a protector, partly as a prisoner’s guard, to Mrs. Flower, the keeper of the boarding-house.  Sergeant Terry, without a command, followed what remained of the first squad in its search for Rawdon.  The first person he came upon, in his way down to the water, was Monsieur Lajeunesse, who could run no farther, and, perspiring at every pore, sat upon a log, mopping his face with a handkerchief.

“A such coorse ’ave I not med, Meestare Terray, sinsa zat I vas a too ptee garsong.”  Mr. Terry understood, owing to large experience of foreigners, and could not permit the opportunity of making a philological remark to pass, “D’ye know, Mishter Lashness, that Frinch an’ the rale ould Oirish is as loike as two pays?  Now, there’s garsan is as Oirish a worrud for a young bhoy as ye’ll find in Connaught.  But juty is juty, moy dare sorr, so, as they say in the arrmy, ‘Fag a bealach,’ lave the way.”  The sergeant’s next discovery was the doctor, borne in the arms of the lawyer and the dismounted parson.  He had sprained his ancle in the rapid descent to which his zeal had impelled him, and had thus been compelled to leave the Squire in command.  Mr. Hill had been left behind on the left of the encampment with the horses of the three dismounted cavaliers, Squire Walker, Mr. Perrowne, and the detective, so that Sergeant Carruthers, now acting colonel, had with him a mere corporal’s guard, consisting of Messrs. Errol and Bigglethorpe.