A moving of chairs and unlocking of doors indicated that the house had not gone to bed.

The door was soon opened by Titus Bright, in his shirt sleeves and slippers, and holding a candle in his hand.

"What's up, Flint ?" he enquired, for he saw only the boatmen; "what brings you over at this time of night ?" "There was a shillin' to be made, you see, Bright, and a passenger what wanted settin' over, you see," said the ferryman, his face beaming with good nature.

"Know you'd like to see him, you know, Bright, and to make him as comfortable as you could for a night or so.

Tom and me pulled him across." Tite now advanced towards the inn-keeper, who gazed at him with an air of astonishment, and held the candle above his head to avoid the shadow.
"Come in, come in," said Bright.