Jonah Wall lay still where he was, and when the retreating party were out of sight I did not hesitate to search his body for money.

I had supplied his purse, but now his purse was emptier than mine.

Then I stepped into the cottage, seeking not money but food.

Fortune was kinder here and rewarded me with a pasty, half-eaten, and a jug of ale.

By the side of these lay, left by the Duke in his wonted profusion, a guinea.