ears when the bargeman passed him, putting the utmost width that he could between them, and keeping under the hedge. Then, Riderhood sat up and took a long look at his figure, and then cried: “Hi — I — i! Lock, ho! Lock! Plashwater Weir Mill Lock!”

The bargeman stopped, and looked back.

“Plashwater Weir Mill Lock, T’otherest gov — er — nor — or — or — or!” cried Mr. Riderhood, with his hands to his mouth.

The bargeman turned back. Approaching nearer and nearer, the bargeman became Bradley Headstone, in rough water-side second- hand clothing.

“Wish I may die,” said Riderhood, smiting his right leg, and laughing, as he sat on the grass, “if you ain’t ha’ been a imitating me, T’otherest governor! Never thought myself so good-looking afore!”

Truly, Bradley Headstone had taken careful note of the honest man’s dress in the course of that night- walk they had had together. He must have committed it to memory, and slowly got it by heart. It was exactly reproduced in the dress he now wore. And whereas, in his own schoolmaster clothes, he usually looked as if they were the clothes of some other man, he now looked, in the clothes of some other man or men, as if they were his own.

This your Lock?” said Bradley, whose surprise had a genuine air; “they told me, where I last inquired, it was the third I should come to. This is only the second.”

“It’s my belief, governor,” returned Riderhood, with a wink and shake of his head, “that you’ve dropped one in your counting. It ain’t Locks as you’ve been giving your mind to. No, no!”

As he expressively jerked his pointing finger in the direction the boat had taken, a flush of impatience mounted into Bradley’s face, and he looked anxiously up the river.

“It ain’t Locks as you’ve been a reckoning up,” said Riderhood, when the schoolmaster’s eyes came back again. “No, no!”

“What other calculations do you suppose I have been occupied with? Mathematics?”

“I never heerd it called that. It’s a long word for it. Hows’ever, p’raps you call it so,” said Riderhood, stubbornly chewing his grass.

“It. What?”

“I’ll say them, instead of it, if you like,” was the coolly growled reply. “It’s safer talk too.”

“What do you mean that I should understand by them?”

“Spites, affronts, offences giv’ and took, deadly aggrawations, such like,” answered Riderhood.

Do what Bradley Headstone would, he could not keep that former flush of impatience out of his face, or so master his eyes as to prevent their again looking anxiously up the river.

“Ha ha! Don’t be afeerd, T’otherest,” said Riderhood. “The T’other’s got to make way agin’ the stream, and he takes it easy. You can soon come up with him. But wot’s the good of saying that to you! you know how fur you could have outwalked him betwixt anywheres about where he lost the tide — say Richmond — and this, if you had a mind to it.”

“You think I have been following him?” said Bradley.

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