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“Close at hand,’’replied Toby. “I’ll show you his house with pleasure.”

“I was to have gone to him elsewhere to-morrow,” said the man, accompanying Toby, “but I’m uneasy under suspicion, and want to clear myself, and to be free to go and seek my bread—I don’t know where. So, maybe he’ll forgive my going to his house to-night.”

“It’s impossible,” cried Toby with a start, “that your name’s Fern!”

“Eh!” cried the other, turning on him in astonishment.

“Fern! Will Fern!” said Trotty.

“That’s my name,” replied the other.

“Why then,” cried Trotty, seizing him by the arm, and looking cautiously round, “for Heaven’s sake don’t go to him! Don’t go to him! He’ll put you down as sure as ever you were born. Here, come up this alley, and I’ll tell you what I mean. Don’t go to him”

His new acquaintance looked as if he thought him mad; but he bore him company nevertheless. When they were shrouded from observation, Trotty told him what he knew, and what character he had received, and all about it.

The subject of his history listened to it with a calmness that surprised him. He did not contradict or interrupt it, once. He nodded his head now and then—more in corroboration of an old and worn-out story, it appeared, than in refutation of it; and once or twice threw back his hat, and passed his freckled