"The Puritan said the King was at Lumley," said Giles. Then, as if suddenly struck with some brilliant idea: "My master will be at Lumley if the King's there!" Giles seemed to be hunting for something hidden in his tatters, and presently produced the half of a golden coin, with a hole in it, attached to a silken cord. "See; if you think they are not believing your story, hold up this boldly, and say: 'Does anyone here know this?' The one who has the other half is my master, and if he believes you all will go well." "Couldn't I ask for him first, Giles?" said Dick. "What is his name?" "No," said Giles. "If you're stopped by a sentry, say your name, and ask for the general or His Majesty. If you can get on alone, do, and reap the glory, Captain. But if our friends doubt the tale, as they may--boys and stablemen not holding castles alone as a common thing, and Captain Dent having, no doubt, told them something very far from the truth,--up with your token, and see what it brings you." Dick promised to obey these directions. It was further arranged that he should wear an old suit of homespun, and a hat without a plume, and a collar without lace, and strong shoes without buckles. As they put these clothes together in a bundle, Dick said: "Giles, I've been thinking. There are clothes in the house--some of my father's,--could you not put some on? The winds get cold, Giles dear. You'll be chilled." Giles smiled with more kindness than usual, as he thanked the boy gently. "But I have decided," he said, "to go through with this adventure as I am." He surveyed his figure in a mirror. "Upon my soul, Dick, the flutter of my clothes when a draught fans them is decidedly quaint. It's like living with congenial companions; they sympathize with every mood, my dear. If I sigh, they sigh with me; if I laugh, the merry wags shake all over like aspens; if I am in a hurry, they spread out like wings to assist me. Never was man more at one with his garments, or his clothes more a part of himself." "But, Giles, if your master comes with me, what will he think of you?" Giles laughed softly. "Faith, Dick, it will greatly amuse him. And after, why it will make a rare jest for--for the other servants of my master." When the moon was silvering the old gray gate-house and the flags of the courtyard of Dent, Dick was standing in the dark, with nothing on, on the brink of the moat at the back. He flung his bundle over, and heard it fall with a thud on the far bank. Then he ran back, shivering, and embraced Giles through the buttery window. There was nothing more to say of advice or caution. Giles had only to kiss him and wish him God-speed. "Drop a pebble in the moat when you're ready to start, Dick," he whispered.