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ROBBIE'S QUEST ENDED.
It was all over now.

The weary chase was done, and Robbie Anderson came late.

Ralph had surrendered, and a sadder possibility than Robbie guessed at, a more terrible catastrophe than Rotha Stagg or Willy Ray had feared or looked for, lay in the sequel now to be unfolded.
The soldiers and their prisoner had gone; the crowd had gone with them, and Robbie stood alone in the Market Place.

From his station on the steps of the cross he turned and looked after the motley company.
They took the way down English Street.
How hot and tired his forehead felt! It had ached before, but now it burned like fire.