In the midst of his grief he began to be conscious of hilarious noises and

Shoutings, apparently but a block or two away. The next moment there were

several sharp raps at the door; John Canty ceased from snoring and said:

'Who knocketh? What wilt thou?'

A voice answered:

'Know'st thou who it was thou laid thy cudgel on?'

'No. Neither know I, nor care.'

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'Belike thou'lt change thy note eftsoons. An thou would save thy neck, nothing

But flight may stead thee. The man is this moment delivering up the ghost.

'Tis the priest, Father Andrew!'

'God-a-mercy!' exclaimed Canty. He roused his family, and hoarsely

commanded, 'Up with ye all and fly — or bide where ye are and perish!'

Scarcely five minutes later the Canty household were in the street and flying

For their lives. John Canty held the prince by the wrist, and hurried him along

the dark way, giving him this caution in a low voice:

'Mind thy tongue, thou mad fool, and speak not our name. I will choose me a

new name, speedily, to throw the law's dogs off the scent. Mind thy tongue, I

tell thee!'

He growled these words to the rest of the family:

'If it so chance that we be separated, let each make for London Bridge; whoso

findeth himself as far as the last linen-draper's shop on the bridge, let him

tarry there till the others be come, then will we flee into Southwark together.'