"Halloa, halloa, halloa! Bow, wow, wow!" cried a hoarse voice. "What's
the matter here? Halloa!"

The locksmith started, and there was Grip, a large raven, Barnaby's
close companion, perched on the top of a chair.

"Halloa, halloa, halloa! Keep up your spirits! Never say die!" the bird
went on, in a hoarse voice. "Bow, wow, wow!" And then he began to
whistle.

The locksmith said "Good-night," and went his way home, disturbed in
thought.

"In league with that ill-looking figure that might have fallen from a
gibbet. He listening and hiding here. Barnaby first upon the spot last
night. Can she, who has always borne so fair a name, be guilty of such
crimes in secret?" said the locksmith, musing. "Heaven forgive me if I
am wrong, and send me just thoughts."


_II--Barnaby Is Enrolled_


It is seven in the forenoon, on June 2, 1780, and Barnaby and his
mother, who had travelled to London to escape that unwelcome visitor
whom Varden had noticed, were resting in one of the recesses of
Westminster Bridge.

A vast throng of persons were crossing the river to the Surrey shore in
unusual haste and excitement, and nearly every man in this great