The man brought me from Ipswich to the outskirts of Farlingford, and I sent him back to the high road to wait for me there, to put up and stay all night, if necessary." Barebone was beginning to feel tired.

The wind was abominably cold.

He heard with satisfaction that Colville had as usual foreseen his wishes.
"I dogged Turner all the way from Paris, hardly letting him out of my sight," Colville explained, cheerily, when they at length reached the road.

"It is easy enough to keep in touch with one so remarkably stout, for every one remembers him.

What did he come to Farlingford for ?" "Apparently to try and buy me off." "For Louis Bonaparte ?" "He did not say so." "No," said Colville.