"Something Rob, us have sweared not to tell o' to anybody, 'till't be all over an' done. When's I see you at the inn 'twill be over, an' ye shall hear all about it." "That be enough, Win?" said in rejoinder the trusting Rob; and the two great figures went apart in the shadowy night, the separation preceded by their lips once more meeting in a resonant smack. On along the streets passed the cadger party; Jack urging Jinkum to haste by a succession of vociferous "yee-ups," and now and then a sharp touch of the stick. He seemed angry with himself, or perhaps more at Winny, for having tarried so long by the gate. "Good gracious!" he exclaimed in a troubled tone, "what if us get theer too late? Ye know, the Glo'ster governor told we not to waste one second o' time. Maybe better keep on straight to the castle. What d'ye say, Winny?" "It be but a step to Bird-in-the-Bush, now. Won't take we mor'n ten minnits; that can't a make much difference. An' us can go faster when's we've left Jinkum in the inn yard." Thus counselled and controlled, Jack, as was customary with him, gave way; and the trio continued on for the Bird-in-the-Bush. CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR. ON THE BRIDGE. The river Avon bisecting the city of Bristol was spanned by a bridge; one of those quaint structures of the olden time, with a narrow causeway, high _tete-de-pont_, and houses along each side. There were shops and dwellings, with a church of rare architectural style and rarer proportions--being but twenty-one feet in width, while over seventy in length! A conspicuous and important part did this bridge of Bristol play in the political action of the time; for it was invested with a political character. Creditable, too; the dwellers upon it--the "Bridgemen," as called--being all warm partisans of the Parliament. As a consequence, it was a favourite assembling-place for the citizens so disposed; especially in evening hours, after the day's work had been done. Though dark and keenly cold that seventh of March night, it did not deter a number of them from congregating, as was their wont, about the bridge's head, to talk over the news and events of the day, with the prospects and probabilities for the morrow. The fervour of their patriotism rendered them regardless of personal discomfort or exposure; just as one may see at a political meeting in the present time the thronging thousands, packed thick as mackerels in a barrel, standing thus for hours, up till midnight--ay, morning, if leave be allowed them--eagerly listening to hear words of truth and promise, with the hope of the promise being fulfilled. I know no more pleasing or grander spectacle than that to be witnessed from a Liberal platform, a sea of faces--the faces of the people--by their expression giving proof of man's natural inclinings to what is good and right, and abhorrence of what is wicked and wrong.