him back to the housekeeper. He shall be well taken care of till you are settled, and in the meantime, you can go down to the Marquis of Granby, in the village, and make yourself comfortable till to-morrow. -Hang me if I drink any more wine to-night. All this is as good as a bottle;" and Sir John rose to join the ladies.

The other two gentlemen very willingly followed his example; but before they went, Beauchamp, who had had his pocket-book in his hand for a minute or two, took a very thin piece of paper out of it, and went round to Stephen Gimlet.

"You have lost all your furniture, I am afraid,” he said, in a low voice; "there is something to supply its place with more."

"Lord bless you, sir! what was my furniture worth!" said the poacher, looking at the note in his hand, with a melancholy smile; but by that time Beauchamp was gone.

CHAPTER II.

"I WONDER where the deuce Ned Hayward can be gone!" was the exclamation of Sir John Slingsby, about ten o'clock at night, when he found that his young guest did not re-appear; and so do I wonder, and perhaps so does the reader, too. It will therefore be expedient, in order to satisfy all parties, to leave the good people at Tarningham-park, and pursue our friend at once, for we have no time to spare, if we would catch him. He is a desperate hard rider when there is any object in view, and he certainly left the park on horseback.

When last we saw him, the hour was about half-past seven or a quarter to eight; night was

beginning to fall, and without doing anything figurative in regard to the evening-without comparing the retiring rays of light to the retreat of a defeated army, or the changing colour of the sky to the contents of a London milkmaid's pail under the influence of the pumpwe may be permitted to say that the heavens were getting very grey; the rose and the purple had waned, and night, heavy night, was pouring like a deluge through the air. Nevertheless, the night was fine, a star or two shone out, and the moment Ned Hayward sprang to the window through which the ball had come, he saw a figure hurrying away through the trees, at the distance of about three hundred yards. They were fine old trees, with no underwood-English park trees, wide apart, far-spreading, gigantic; and Ned Hayward paused an instant to gaze, after he had jumped out of the window, and then took to his heels, and ran on as fast as a pair of long, strong, well-practised legs would carry him. There was turf below him, and his feet fell lightly, but he had not gained more than fifty yards upon the figure, when he saw through the bolls another figure, not human but equine. For a short distance, the person he pursued did not

seem aware that he had a follower; but before the time arrived when the horse became apparent, some indications seemed to reach his ear, and if Ned Hayward ran quick, the other seemed to run nearly as fast. When the young gentleman was within a hundred yards of him, however, the man was upon the horse's back and galloping away.

Ned Hayward stopped, and followed him with his eyes, marking the course he took, as far as the light would permit. He then listened, and heard the noise of the horse's feet distinctly beating the ground in one direction. The next moment, the sounds became confused with others, as if another horse were near, and turning round to the road which led from the gate on the side of Tarningham, the young officer saw a mounted man coming slowly up towards the house.

"By Jove, this is lucky!" said Ned Hayward, as he recollected having heard Sir John Slingsby tell a groom to carry a note to Mr. Wharton, the lawyer. And running down to the road as fast as possible, he stopped the servant, and bade him dismount, and let him have the horse immediately.

The groom recognised his master's guest,

but he had some hesitation, and began his reply with a "Please, sir" But Ned cut him short at once, in a very authoritative tone; and in two minutes he was in the saddle. He paused not an instant to think, for calculation was a very rapid process with him, and, during his morning's rambles, he had marked, with a soldier's eye, all the bearings and capabilities of the park and the ground round about it. The result of his combinations was thus expressed upon the mental tablet, or nearly thus: :

"The fellow cannot get out by the way he has taken; for there is no gate, and the park paling is planted at the top of the high bank, so that no man in England dare leap it. He must take to the right or left. On the left, he will be checked by the river and the thick copse, which would bring him round close to the house again. He will, therefore, take to the right, and pass the gates on the top of the hill. He must come down half way to the outer gates, however, before he can get out of the lane; and I shall not be much behind him."

He accordingly rode straight to the gates on the Tarningham side, passed them, turned sharp to the left, galloped up the sandy lane