A means of crossing from one side of the building to the other, without descending into the vault beneath, was afforded by a couple of planks; though as the wall on the farther side was some feet higher than that near at hand, and the planks were considerably bent, the passage appeared hazardous. Glancing round for a moment, the Tinker leaped into the cellar, and, unmasking his lantern, showed a sort of hiding-place, between a bulk of timber and a boiler, to which he invited his companion. The Sandman jumped down. "The ale I drank at the 'Two Fighting Cocks' has made me feel drowsy, Tinker," he remarked, stretching himself on the bulk; "I'll just take a snooze. Vake me up if I snore--or ven our sperrit appears." The Tinker replied in the affirmative; and the other had just become lost to consciousness, when he received a nudge in the side, and his companion whispered--"He's here!" "Vhere--vhere?" demanded the Sandman, in some trepidation. "Look up, and you'll see him," replied the other. Slightly altering his position, the Sandman caught sight of a figure standing upon the planks above them. It was that of a young man. His hat was off, and his features, exposed to the full radiance of the moon, looked deathly pale, and though handsome, had a strange sinister expression. He was tall, slight, and well-proportioned; and the general cut of his attire, the tightly-buttoned, single-breasted coat, together with the moustache upon his lip, gave him a military air. "He seems a-valkin' in his sleep," muttered the Sandman. "He's a-speakin' to some von unwisible." "Hush--hush!" whispered the other. "Let's hear wot he's a-sayin'." "Why have you brought me here?" cried the young man, in a voice so hollow that it thrilled his auditors. "What is to be done?" "It makes my blood run cold to hear him," whispered the Sandman. "Vot d'ye think he sees?" "Why do you not speak to me?" cried the young man--"why do you beckon me forward? Well, I obey. I will follow you." And he moved slowly across the plank. "See, he's a-goin' through that door," cried the Tinker. "Let's foller him." "I don't half like it," replied the Sandman, his teeth chattering with apprehension. "We shall see summat as'll take avay our senses." "Tut!" cried the Tinker; "it's only a sleepy-valker. Wot are you afeerd on?" With this he vaulted upon the planks, and peeping cautiously out of the open door to which they led, saw the object of his scrutiny enter the adjoining house through a broken window.