CHAPTER NINTH.
One of the thieves come back again! I'll stand close, He dares not wrong me now, so near the house, And call in vain 'tis, till I see him offer it.
The Widow.
"A stranger!" echoed the Justice--"not upon business, I trust, for I'll be"-- His protestation was cut short by the answer of the man himself.

"My business is of a nature somewhat onerous and particular," said my acquaintance, Mr.Campbell--for it was he, the very Scotchman whom I had seen at Northallerton--"and I must solicit your honour to give instant and heedful consideration to it .-- I believe, Mr.Morris," he added, fixing his eye on that person with a look of peculiar firmness and almost ferocity--"I believe ye ken brawly what I am--I believe ye cannot have forgotten what passed at our last meeting on the road ?" Morris's jaw dropped--his countenance became the colour of tallow--his teeth chattered, and he gave visible signs of the utmost consternation.

"Take heart of grace, man," said Campbell, "and dinna sit clattering your jaws there like a pair of castanets! I think there can be nae difficulty in your telling Mr.Justice, that ye have seen me of yore, and ken me to be a cavalier of fortune, and a man of honour.

Ye ken fu' weel ye will be some time resident in my vicinity, when I may have the power, as I will possess the inclination, to do you as good a turn." "Sir--sir--I believe you to be a man of honour, and, as you say, a man of fortune.

Yes, Mr.Inglewood," he added, clearing his voice, "I really believe this gentleman to be so." "And what are this gentleman's commands with me ?" said the Justice, somewhat peevishly.