MEANTIME Miles was growing sufficiently tired of confinement and

Inaction. But now his trial came on, to his great gratification, and he thought

He could welcome any sentence provided a further imprisonment should not

Be a part of it. But he was mistaken about that. He was in a fine fury when he

found himself described as a 'sturdy vagabond' and sentenced to sit two hours

In the pillory for bearing that character and for assaulting the master of

Hendon Hall. His pretensions as to brothership with his prosecutor, and

Rightful heirship to the Hendon honors and estates, were left contemptuously

Unnoticed, as being not even worth examination.

He raged and threatened on his way to punishment, but it did no good; he was

Snatched roughly along by the officers, and got an occasional cuff, besides, for

His unreverent conduct.

The king could not pierce through the rabble that swarmed behind; so he was

Obliged to follow in the rear, remote from his good friend and servant. The

King had been nearly condemned to the stocks himself, for being in such bad

Company, but had been let off with a lecture and a warning, in consideration

Of his youth. When the crowd at last halted, he flitted feverishly from point to

Point around its outer rim, hunting a place to get through; and at last, after a

Deal of difficulty and delay, succeeded. There sat his poor henchman in the