“Mishter Corstine, dear, it’ll be breakin’ aall the poor childer’s hearts an’ some that’s growed up too if you ‘ll be afther lavin’ us this way,” continued Mr. Terry; and Timotheus, whom his Peskiwanchow friend rewarded, added his appeal:  “I wisht you wouldn’t go fer to go home jess’ yet.  Mister.”  But all entreaties were unavailing.  He and Mr. Bangs saw the buggy off, and then retired to the hotel to get some supper.  On the way thither, he invested in a briar root pipe and some tobacco to replace those he had given to Mr. Errol.  They would be home from fishing long ago, and perhaps good Bigglethorpe would take Miss Carmichael away from that miserable Orther Lom.  After supper, the two sat over their pipes and a decoction of some kind in the reading-room, talking over the sad and wonderful events of the past few days.  Mr. Bangs took very kindly to the lawyer, and promised to look him up whenever he came to town.  He advised him to keep silent about the discovery of Rawdon’s money, as the crown might claim it, and thus deprive poor Matilda Nagle of her only chance of independence.  He said also that he would instruct the Squire in the same direction on the morrow.

That night, two gaol guards armed to the teeth arrived in police quarters to take charge of Davis, but the bigger criminal was placed in their care.  Early in the morning there was a stir in the railway station, when the handcuffed prisoners were marched down under strong escort, and securely boxed up with their guards and Mr. Bangs.  Many rough characters were there, among whom the lawyer recognized Matt of the tavern, and Bangs and he could have sworn to the identity of others, whom the former had met in the cavalry charge on the masked road and whom Coristine had seen and heard in the Richards’ scow the night of the catastrophe.  They scowled, but attempted no rescue.  Thanks to the lawyer’s generalship, things had been pushed through too quickly for them to combine.  For some time, Coristine travelled alone.  There were other people in the car, but he did not know them, nor did he care to make any new acquaintances.  All his friends were at Bridesdale, and he was a homeless exile going back to Mrs. Marsh’s boarding-house.  At Dromore, however, he caught sight of the wide-mouthed barrel of a blunderbuss, and knew the Captain could not be far off.  Soon that naval gentleman got on board, helping Mrs. Thomas up to the platform, followed by Sylvanus with the saluting weapon.  They were to be his companions as far as Barrie, and much the lawyer enjoyed their society.  Marjorie was the great subject of conversation, although, of course, the Captain had to be enlightened in many points of recent history.  He still thought Wilkinson a sly dog, but wondered greatly at Coristine’s going away.  Mrs. Thomas explained the relationship of Orther Lom.  He had been a poor neglected boy, when Marjorie Carmichael was a little girl, whom her father, the member, had interested himself in, giving