And now the voyage was done; the white shaft of the Eddystone lay astern, and the exquisite green bosom of Mount Edgecumbe swelled from the sun-flecked water. The passengers streamed down into the tender, and a few minutes later he stood in the long Custom House sheds of Plymouth. Here at last he got a daily paper, and the first thing that met his eye was a long account of the Masterman trial. At the same moment a telegraph-boy went shouting through the crowd, "Masterman! Any one of the name of Masterman?" He took the telegram in silence, conscious of many eyes suddenly turned toward him. It was from Bundy, and read, "Will meet you at Paddington." He was eager to take immediate refuge in the railway carriage. He was conscious that even the telegraph-boy was looking at him curiously. Suddenly he saw moving toward him through the crowd another figure that he thought he recognized--O joy! it was Vickars! "Vickars!" "Yes, I learned from Bundy by what boat you'd come. I've a compartment reserved for you. Let us get into it at once." "O Vickars! that we should meet like this!" "Come, come, my fellow--no hysterics. You were always brave. Be brave now." He put his arm through Arthur's, and moved through the crowd with erect head. They were scarcely seated in the carriage when the train began to move. "And now," said Vickars, "we can talk. In the first place, let me ask you how much do you know of this unhappy business?" "Nothing but what the papers tell me. I see the trial is to-day." "This is the third day. By the time we reach London the verdict may be expected." Arthur turned eagerly, with a flushed face, to the pile of papers he had purchased. "I wouldn't trouble over those just now, if I were you," said Vickars. "Suppose you just let me tell you all about it. That is what I came for, you know." He spoke with such entire calmness that it might have been supposed that what he had to say was of no importance. And this note of calm communicated itself to Arthur, as he meant it should. He knew that the great thing just now was to invigorate the boy's strength, and this must be done by the suppression of active sympathy. "Very well," said Arthur, "I am ready." And then Vickars told his story, to the soft thudding accompaniment of the rushing wheels.