"Which way did the dead-cart go ?" "Towards Moorgate," replied the drawer.
Leonard heard no more; but dashing through a narrow passage opposite the Conduit, passed Bartholomew-lane, and traversing Lothbury, soon reached Coleman-street and the old city gate, to which he had been directed.
Here he learnt that the dead-cart had passed through it about five minutes before, and he hurried on towards Finsbury Fields.

He had not proceeded far when he heard a sound as of a pipe at a distance, furiously played, and accompanied by the barking of a dog.

These sounds were followed by cries of alarm, and he presently perceived two persons running towards him, with a swiftness which only could be occasioned by terror.

One of them carried a lantern, and grasping his arm, the apprentice detained him.
"What is the matter ?" he asked.
"The devil's the matter," replied the man--"the piper's ghost has appeared in that cart, and is playing his old tunes again." "Ay, it's either his spirit, or he is come to life again," observed the other man, stopping likewise.

"I tossed him into the cart myself, and will swear he was dead enough then." "You have committed a dreadful mistake," cried Leonard.