'Mr Haredale--worthy sir--good gentleman--pray be persuaded.' 'Who's that ?' cried Mr Haredale, stooping down to look.

'Did I hear Daisy's voice ?' 'You did, sir,' cried the little man.

'Do be persuaded, sir.

This gentleman says very true.

Your life may hang upon it.' 'Are you,' said Mr Haredale abruptly, 'afraid to come with me ?' 'I, sir ?--N-n-no.' 'Put that riband in your hat.