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88 ing done so, seized Sikes by the hand, and declared he was a real good fellow. To which Mr. Sikes replied he was joking ; as, if he had been sober, there would have been strong reason to suppose he was. After the exchange of a few more compliments, they bade the company goodnight, and went out: the girl gatherin up the pots and glasses as they did so, an lounging out to the door, with her hands full, to see the party start. The horse, whose health had been drunk in his absence, was standing outside, ready harnessed to the cart. Oliver and Sikes got in without any further ceremony, and the man to whom he belonged, having lingered a minute or two “ to bear him up,” and to defy the hostler and the world to produce his equal, mounted also. Then the hostler was told to give the horse his head, and, his head being given him, he made a very unpleasant use of it, tossing it into the air with great disdain, and running into the parlour windows over the way ; after performing which feats, and supporting himself fora short time on his hind-legs, he started off at great speed, and rattled out of the town right gallantly. The night was very dark; and a damp mist rose from the river and the marshy ground about, and spread itself over" the dreary fields. It was piercing cold, too; all was gloomy and black. Not a word was spoken, for the driver had grown sleepy, and Sikes was in no mood to lead him into conversation. Oliver sat huddled together in a corner of the cart bewildered with alarm and apprehension, and figuring strange objects in the gaunt trees, whose branches waved grimly to and fro, as if in some fantastic joy at the desolation of the scene. As they passed Sunbury church, the clock struck seven. There was a light in the ferry-house window opposite, which streamed across the road, and threw into more sombre shadow a dark yew-tree with graves beneath it. There was a dull sound of falling water not far off, and the leaves of the old tree stirred gently in the night wind. It seemed like solemn quiet music for the repose of the dead. Sunbury was passed through, and they came again into the lonely road. Two or three miles more, and the cart stopped. Sikes alighted, and, taking Oliver by the nand, they once again walked on. They turned into no house 2: Shipperton, as the weary boy had expected, but _ still kept walking on m mud and darkness through gloomy lanes and over cold open the lights of a town at no great distance. On looking intently forward, Oliver saw that the water was just below them, and that they were coming to the foot of a bridge. Sikes kept straight on till they were close upon the bridge, and then turned suddenly down a bank upon the left. “The water!” thought Oliver, turning sick with fear. “He has brought me to this lonely place to murder me !” He was about to throw himself on the ground, and make one struggle for his young life, when he saw that they stood before a solitary house all ruinous and decayed. ‘There was a window on each side of the dilapidated entrance, and one story above; but no light was visible. It was dark, dismantled, and to all appearance uninhabited. Sikes, with Oliver’s hand still in his, softly approached the low porch, and raised the latch. "The door yielded to his pressure, and they passed in together. CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SECOND. The Burglary. “ HALLO!" cried a loud, hoarse voice, directly they had set foot in the passage. 6 Don’t make such a row,” said Sike bolting the door. “Show a glim, Toby.” s Aha! my pal," cried the same voice; “a glim, Barney, a glim! Show the gentleman in, Barney ; and wake up first, if convenient.” The speaker appeared to throw a bootjack, or some such article, at the person he addressed, to rouse him from his slumbers; for the noise of a wooden body falling violently was heard, and then an indistinct muttering as of a man between asleep and awake. “Do you hear?” cried the same voice, c There’s Bill Sikes in the passage, with nobody to do the civil to him; and you sleeping there, as if you took laudanum with your meals, and nothing stronger. Are you any fresher now, or do you want the iron candlestick to wake you thoroughly ?” A pair of slipshod feet shuffled hastily across the bare floor of the room as this interrogatory was put; and there issued from a door on the right hand, first a feeble candle, and next, the form of the same individual who has been heretofore described as labouring under the infirmity of speaking through’ his nose, and officia
