were best to call it in, if you would see it at all.'--`Friend,' said I, `my money floweth not in so fast that my back lacketh it not so soon as it entereth my purse.'--`The better,' quo' he.--`Good lack!' said I, `I alway thought it the worse.'--`The worse afore, the better now,' he answered. `But once more--have you any friend you would save from peril?'--And I,--`Why, I would save any from peril that I saw like to fall therein.'--`Then,' quoth he, `give them privily the counsel that I now give you. If the sun find you at Bodmin,--yea, any whither in Cornwall or Devon--twain s'ennights hence, he shall not set on you alive. Speak not another word. Mount your horse, and go.'--I strave, however, to say another word unto him, but not one more would he hearken. `Go!' he crieth again, so resolute and determinedly that I did go. Now, I fear greatly that this man did tell me but truth, and that some fearful rising of the commons is a-brewing. I shall surely take his counsel, and go hence. What say you, Jack? Shall we go together?" There was dead silence for a minute. Isoult's head was in a whirl. At last her husband said slowly, "What sayest thou, Isoult?" "Jack," she replied, "whither thou art will I be." "And that shall be--whither?" asked Dr Thorpe. "It must be no whither within Cornwall or Devon." "But we have not enclosed," objected Avery, answering rather his thoughts than his words. "I doubt," he answered, "whether they shall wait to ask that." "For me," Avery resumed, "I have friends in London, and Isoult likewise; and if I thought it should be long ere we may turn again, thither should I look to go rather than otherwhere. But an' it be for a few weeks, it should be unworth so long a journey." "Weeks!" cried Dr Thorpe. "Say months, Jack, or years. For my part, I look not to see Bodmin again. But there be thirty years betwixt thee and me." "In that case," said he, "and methinks you have the right--I say, London, if Isoult agree therewith. There should be room in that great city, I account, for both you and me to ply our several callings." "Whither thou wilt, be it, Jack," said his wife, softly. "But Mother, and Hugh, and Bessy! And Frances at Potheridge, and Mrs Philippa at Crowe--what is to come of them, and who shall warn them?" Dr Thorpe shook his head. "Little time for all that, Mrs Avery," answered he. "Send, an' you will, to the two places--Potheridge and Crowe; but leave Potheridge to warn Wynscote, and Wynscote to warn Matcott and Bindon." "Let Robin take the brown horse," suggested Avery, "and ride post with a letter from thee to Mrs Philippa; and Tom the white nag, and I will send him likewise to Mr Monke. I might have gone myself to one of the twain, but--" "Nay, Jack! bide thou with me," entreated Isoult, fearfully. "Well said," answered Dr Thorpe.