its wearer. He was a tall and powerful man, and would have been handsome
had not his eyes been too closely set together; his nose was narrow, and
the expression of his face reminded Walter of a hawk. He had now laid aside
his helmet, and his figure was covered with a long cloak.

"He is up to no good," Walter said to himself, "for what dealings could a
knight honestly have with the ruffians who haunt these swamps. It is
assuredly no business of mine, but it may lead to an adventure, and I have
had no real fun since I left Aldgate. I will follow and see if I can get to
the bottom of the mystery."

When he came close to the spot where Walter was lying the knight paused and
looked round as if uncertain of his way. For four or five minutes he stood
still, and then gave a shout of "Humphrey" at the top of his voice. It was
answered by a distant "Hallo!" and looking in the direction from which the
answer had come, Walter saw a figure appear above some bushes some four
hundred yards distant. The knight at once directed his steps in that
direction, and Walter crept cautiously after him.

"A pest upon these swamps and quagmires," the knight said angrily as he
neared the other. "Why didst not meet me and show me the way through, as
before?"

"I thought that as you had come once you would be able to find your way
hither again," the man said. "Had I thought that you would have missed it I
would have come ten times as far, rather than have had my name shouted all
over the country. However, there is no one to hear, did you shout thrice as
loud, so no harm is done."

"I thought I saw a figure a short time since," the knight said.