He fancied he could descry wandering lights and white gleams in the darkness, and the vague consciousness of something coming nearer and nearer.
At last, with a great effort, he roused himself from his moist seat, and leaped down from the bank into the lane.
The instant his feet touched the road he was conscious of a low growl, and next moment found himself pinned, with his back to the bank, by a furious dog.
His yell of terror had mingled with the wind for a couple of minutes before he became aware of the red glow of a cigar in front of him, and behind that the dim countenance of the man whose talk with Jeffreys he had overheard the previous evening.
"Oh, Mr Julius!" he howled; "help me.

Call him off; I shall be torn to pieces." "And pray how come you to know the name of my dog ?" said Mr Halgrove; "eh, my little highwayman ?" "Please, sir, I'm not a highwayman.

I was only looking for something on the bank.

Oh, Mr Julius!" "My dog is not used to be called Mr," replied Mr Halgrove.
"Oh, I--I thought that was your name," whimpered Jonah, not daring to stir an inch for fear of incurring the resentment of the dog.
"And pray how came you to think my name was Julius ?" said Mr Halgrove, becoming interested.
"Oh! please sir, wasn't it you that was talking to Jeffreys last night in the minster yard ?" It was too dark for Jonah to see Mr Halgrove's eyebrows go up at this unexpected question.
"Julius, come in, sir.

So you know the gentleman I was speaking to yesterday," said he, coolly.