Produced by Al Haines [Frontispiece: "PAT RUSHED TO DICK'S FEET."] DICK LIONHEART BY MARY ROWLES JARVIS. WITH FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS. LONDON S. W. PARTRIDGE & CO., LTD. OLD BAILEY. CONTENTS. CHAP. I. SOMETHING TO LOVE II. FIGHTING FIRE III. A DASH FOR FREEDOM IV. IN A CARRIER'S WAGGON V. PAT LOST AND FOUND VI. A HOME IN IRONBORO' VII. PADDY'S RESOLVE VIII. LIONHEART'S BRAVE STAND IX. STOPPING A BURGLARY X. SUCCESS AT LAST ILLUSTRATIONS "PAT RUSHED TO DICK'S FEET." . . . _Frontispiece_ "WITHOUT A THOUGHT OF DANGER, LIONHEART DASHED TOWARDS THE HORSE'S HEAD." "'TAKE THAT FOR INTERFERING!'" "'I TELL YOU THERE'S NO DANGER AT ALL!'" DICK LIONHEART. CHAPTER I. SOMETHING TO LOVE. "There, take that, and be off with you! And no dawdling, mind. It's ten minutes late, and you'll have to step it to be there by one. That's _your_ dinner, and more than you deserve." Dick Crosby took the one thick slice she offered, slipped the handle of the tin of tea on his arm, and with the big basin, tied up in a blue handkerchief, in his other hand, marched off in the direction of the tin works, while slatternly Mrs. Fowley went back into her cottage. "Only bread and dripping again," he muttered, "while they've all got cooked dinner. How good it smells! She might have given me at least some taters and gravy. And I'm so thirsty. Perhaps if he is in a good mood I shall get a drink of tea. I s'pose nobody would know if I helped myself in Fell Lane, but I can't be Lionheart and do mean things, teacher said. Only if ever I grow up and have a little chap in my house what's only a 'cumbrance, he shall have the same dinner as all the rest!" Taking frugal bites at the bread and dripping, to make it last as long as possible, Dick hurried on to the Works, whose tall chimney sent out clouds of black smoke. The hooter sounded for the dinner hour as he reached the last turning, and a crowd of men and boys passed him, and one of the boys called out, "Hulloa, Slavey! How much a day for scrubbing floors and minding babbies?" Dick's face flushed hotly, and the small hard hand that held the dinner trembled with a passionate desire to fight the tormentors, among whom Tim Fowley, his cousin, laughed loudest. But his uncle was standing at the gate, and he had to hurry up with the dinner. His reward for good speed was a surly word from the man and a box on the ear, that made his head reel. "Take that for dawdling, and be off with you!" "Oi don't think he deserved that, mate," said the cheery voice of Paddy the fireman, as he passed down the yard. "Shure, ye can see by the sweat of his brow he's been hurrying." The man turned sulkily away, and Paddy whispered, "Come along of me, Dick, I've got somethin' to show you--somethin' you'll like almost as much as engines." Dick followed eagerly, feeling that he had honestly earned ten minutes of dinner hour for his own.