For the first time his gay heart had utterly failed him. He did not go as usual to Covent Garden. He had a penny in his pocket: with this penny he bought some breakfast at a coffee-stall, then walked aimlessly along the streets. As he did so, a great waggon full of hay passed slowly by. A boy, a good deal older than Robin, had curled himself up in the back part of the waggon, and was preparing to have a ride and a sleep in the fragrant hay. Just as the great load was passing where Robin stood, the driver discovered this boy, and with a heavy slash of his whip unearthed him from his hiding-place. "Look here, yer young warmint: ef I catches yer at that ere work agen, 'tis to the p'leece I'll 'and yer h'over, and then yer'll know wot the Lock-h'up's like." The boy slunk away, but Robin's heart awoke with a new hope as these words sounded on his ears. He believed he had discovered a way back to Helen. When Helen was arrested, she was taken to the Lock-up. That was the place where every one on whom the police were able to lay their hands was taken. From the Lock-up they went to be tried; from their place of trial they were sent to prison. Helen herself had told Robin this, and it occurred to him now, with a great flutter of hope in his heart and a flash of fresh light in his eyes, that he had found a way back to Helen. How often he had trembled and turned pale at the word--the dreadful word, Prison! but nothing now was half so horrible as this loneliness, without his one and only friend. He would even go to prison to find Helen again; and here--here was the way made plain to him. If he, instead of that other boy, got up into that warm bed amongst the hay, why, then, the driver would send him to the Lock-up; and from thence, after a time--he hoped a short time--he should go to prison and find his beloved Helen again. This idea had scarcely entered his head before his resolve was taken. His movements were light and agile as a bird's; he ran behind the waggon, vaulted into the place where the other boy had been, and curled himself up in the warm, fragrant hay. The step he had taken was a daring one, and for a time his heart beat high with a feeling of half hope, half fear; then the luxury of his present berth, after the cold dreariness of last night's resting-place under the archway, told on his weary limbs. His head began to nod, his brown eyes to close, and presently the little fellow fell fast asleep. It seemed to him hours, almost a lifetime, before he awoke again. The motion of the slow-going waggon had brought on very sweet and dreamless sleep, and when he opened his eyes he was sorely puzzled to know where he was. His wonder was all the greater, because now the waggon had come to its destination, the horses had been taken away, and Robin found himself tilted further and more securely into his hiding-place.