"Please, sir," said Jones, "both on 'em is sarvant to a jeddleham, sir; a Hinglishman, what's a-going up along with us, sir, 'cause we've got a hescort, sir; 'cause he considers it's more safer than going by his-self, sir. One on 'em's his groom, sir, and the other's his help, sir." The corn stuck in my gizzard, and I made no reply. "Please, sir, they've got two sitch be-youtiful horses, as nivver you see'd, sir." "Please, sir, they've got a text-cart, with a kivver to it, sir; whot carries the jeddleham's baggage, sir." I took my station at the stable-door, to be sure that Sancho not only had his corn, but ate it. The groom, in the adjoining stable, was addressing the help in a kind of perpetual blowing up, a mixture of Portuguese and English; voice deep and hollow. "You Joe King, (Joaquim,) onde está the tobacco-box?" To this deep-toned bass responded a piping treble--"Ah, I tink you is got it in you brisch-pockit." "You Joe King, dá cevada to the cavallos, chega the teapot, and don't bother me nada." Having thus issued his mandate, the groom came forth from the stable. Catching sight of me, he stepped up, and I recognised him at once. Why, it was Coosey, Gingham's Cockney servant, whom I had seen at Lisbon, in the Castle. Glad was I to meet with the man for the sake of his master. Coosey again touched his hat, and respectfully inquired whether I wasn't the gentleman as vos goin hup with a hescort. A conversation ensued, in the course of which I learned, in reply to my eager inquiries, that Gingham was not aware who it was that had charge of the treasure. Gingham merely knew that a convoy was going up; and intended to go in company, for the sake of the guard. Learning from Coosey that Gingham's quarters were in the suburbs, and not deeming it advisable to go any distance from my charge, I contented myself, for that evening, with sending Gingham a hearty salutation, with a confident hope that I should have the pleasure of his company in the morning. Before bed-time, Coosey brought me a note from Gingham, that he would join me next day just outside the town, and travel in company. Before quitting the yard, though, I fell in with another acquaintance. The _garçon_ popped out upon me from a side-door; begged to say there was a gentleman in the _cuisine_, who would be happy to speak to me. "Who? What is he?" "A courier, monsieur, employed on an important mission." "Haven't the pleasure of knowing any gentleman in that line. Describe him." The _garçon_ laughed; held up one hand, with the forefinger crooked. "_Monsieur, voici son nez._" I entered. Ah, it was my friend Hookey. Hookey, you will remember, obtained a passage by the Falmouth packet, as bearer of despatches from Oporto to Lisbon. Probably he was not aware, that doubts were then entertained of his real character; for, on the present occasion, he again announced himself as a courier.