CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
HOW I FOUND MYSELF AGAIN IN LONDON.
Three days later, as our ship laboured up the gulf of the Solway, Ludar came to me, as I stood on the poop, and said: "Humphrey, I have news." "Good or bad ?" I asked.
"Neither," said he, "for it means we must part." "I call that bad news.

How is it, Ludar ?" "Our fellow-voyager," said he, and I could see he spoke nervously like one who doubts his listener, "is in the service of my Queen, Mary of Scotland.

There! fly not out, Humphrey; I never said she was your Queen." "Heaven forbid!" said I.

"And as for this stranger, I mistrusted him all along.

How calls he himself ?" "He is one Captain Fortescue, and hath a commission to engage loyal men to the Queen's service.