Was the money gone too?
At least it was worth while to look--which Messrs.

Brock and Macshane determined to do.
The house being now a private one, Mr.Brock, with a genius that was above his station, visited its owner, with a huge portfolio under his arm, and, in the character of a painter, requested permission to take a particular sketch from a particular window.

The Ensign followed with the artist's materials (consisting simply of a screwdriver and a crowbar); and it is hardly necessary to say that, when admission was granted to them, they opened the well-known door, and to their inexpressible satisfaction discovered, not their own peculiar savings exactly, for these had been appropriated instantly, on hearing of their transportation, but stores of money and goods to the amount of near three hundred pounds: to which Mr.Macshane said they had as just and honourable a right as anybody else.

And so they had as just a right as anybody--except the original owners: but who was to discover them?
With this booty they set out on their journey--anywhere, for they knew not whither; and it so chanced that when their horse's shoe came off, they were within a few furlongs of the cottage of Mr.Billings, the blacksmith.

As they came near, they were saluted by tremendous roars issuing from the smithy.