MILES Hendon hurried along toward the Southwark end of the bridge,

Keeping a sharp lookout for the persons he sought, and hoping and expecting

To overtake them presently. He was disappointed in this, however. By asking

Questions, he was enabled to track them part of the way through Southwark;

Then all traces ceased, and he was perplexed as to how to proceed. Still, he

Continued his efforts as best he could during the rest of the day. Nightfall

Found him leg-weary, half famished, and his desire as far from

Accomplishment as ever; so he supped at the Tabard inn and went to bed,

Resolved to make an early start in the morning, and give the town an

Exhaustive search. As he lay thinking and planning, he presently began to

reason thus: The boy would escape from the ruffian, his reputed father, if

possible; would he go back to London and seek his former haunts? No, he

would not do that, he would avoid recapture. What, then, would he do? Never

Having had a friend in the world, or a protector, until he met Miles Hendon,

He would naturally try to find that friend again, provided the effort did not

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Require him to go toward London and danger. He would strike for Hendon

Hall, that is what he would do, for he knew Hendon was homeward bound,

And there he might expect to find him. Yes, the case was plain to Hendon —