This bee the road to Hastings, if you goes further.

So they tell me; I ain't never been there." "Is there a village anywhere about here ?" Reuben asked.
"Ay, half a mile or so on." Reuben walked on till he got to the village; and then, going to a public house, obtained some refreshment and learned, from the landlord, the direction he should take to get to the main road leading to Lewes; which was, as he expected, some twenty miles away.

He found that the cart had not followed the main road towards London, but had driven by crossroads for a considerable distance, before turning north.
It was late in the afternoon before Reuben arrived at Lewes, for he had been obliged to rest often by the way, and had made but slow progress.

When within a few doors of his mother's house, one of the constables of the town came up to him and touched him on the shoulder.
"I arrest you in the king's name!" "Arrest me! What for ?" Reuben exclaimed.
"For breaking into the house of Squire Ellison, of Tipping, that's what it's for." Reuben laughed.
"You have got the wrong man this time.

I have no more to do with the burglary than a child." "It's no laughing matter," the constable said.