Several men were standing about in their cloaks and hats, the latter slouched down upon their brows, so that their faces could not be distinguished in the gloom.
Two or three passed Cuthbert hastily as he entered, before he had time even to see if one of them was the companion of his journey; but though he found some trouble in distinguishing features, his own were visible enough as he stood facing the window, and out of the shadows stepped a tall man, who greeted him with extended hand.
"Good e'en to you, Cuthbert Trevlyn, and a fair welcome to London town! I trust you have not been in dangers and difficulties, and that you but now come to claim your own again?
How fared it with you on the heath that night?
Were you in any wise maltreated or rough handled by the gentlemen of the road ?" "Nay; I was rather treated to a good supper and a night's lodging, and not so much as deprived of my steed.

I trow had he shown something more of mettle I might not have so preserved him; but one or two of them who mounted him pronounced him of no use even as a pack horse." Catesby laughed pleasantly, and putting his hand into his doublet drew forth the purse intrusted to him, and placed it in Cuthbert's hands.
"They would not have been so obliging, I fear, had you chanced to have this upon your person.

Take it, boy, and look within and see that all is safe.

I have not parted with it since the night of our journey.

I trow you will find your treasure as it left your hand." "I am sure of it," answered Cuthbert gratefully; "and I return you many thanks for your goodwill and sound counsel in the matter.