At last, in passing through one, we came to a long cab stand, when my rider called out in a cheery voice, "Good-night, Governor!" "Hallo!" cried a voice.

"Have you got a good one ?" "I think so," replied my owner.
"I wish you luck with him." "Thank ye, Governor," and he rode on.

We soon turned up one of the side-streets, and about half-way up that we turned into a very narrow street, with rather poor-looking houses on one side, and what seemed to be coach-houses and stables on the other.
My owner pulled up at one of the houses and whistled.

The door flew open, and a young woman, followed by a little girl and boy, ran out.
There was a very lively greeting as my rider dismounted.

"Now, then, Harry, my boy, open the gates, and mother will bring us the lantern." The next minute they were all round me in the stable yard.