"Would 'ee mind waitin' a moment? I've a cheque I want cashed at Climo and Hodges for a biggish sum: but you'm a man I can trust to bring back the money safe." "Sutt'nly," said Long Oliver. Geake went into the house and wrote a short letter to the bankers. He asked them to send back by messenger, and in return for cheque enclosed, the sum of twenty-five pounds, in five new five-pound notes. He was aware (he said) that the balance of his running account was but a pound or two: but as they held something over fifty pounds of his on deposit, he felt sure they would oblige him and enable him to meet a sudden call. "Twenty-five pounds is the sum," he explained; "an' you must be sure to get it in five-pound notes--_new five-pound notes_. You'll not forget that?" He closed the envelope and handed it up to Long Oliver, who buttoned it in his breast-pocket. "You shall have it, Mr. Geake, by five o'clock this evenin'," said he, giving the reins a shake on the mare's back; "so 'long!" and he rattled off. A mile, and a trifle more, beyond Geake's cottage, he came in sight of a man clad in blue sailor's cloth, trudging briskly ahead. Long Oliver's lips shaped themselves as if to whistle; but he made no sound until he overtook the pedestrian, when he pulled up, looked round in the man's face, and said-- "Abe Bricknell!" The sailor came to a sudden halt, and went very white in the face. "How do you know my name?" he asked, uneasily. "'Recognised 'ee back in Troy, an' borrowed this here trap to drive after 'ee. Get up alongside. I've summat to say to 'ee." Bricknell climbed up without a word, and they drove along together. "Where was you goin'?" Long Oliver asked, after a bit. "To Charlestown." "To look for a ship?" "Yes." "Goin' back to America?" "Yes." "You've been callin' on William Geake: an' you didn' find Naomi at home." "Geake don't want it known." "That's likely enough. You've got twenty-five pound' o' his in your pocket." Abe Bricknell involuntarily put up a hand to his breast. "Ay, it's there," said Long Oliver, nodding. "It's odd now, but I've got twenty-five pound in gold in _my_ pocket; an' I want you to swop." "I don't take ye, Mister--" "Long Oliver, I'm called in common. Maybe you remembers me?" "Why, to be sure! I thought I minded your face. But still I don't take your meanin' azactly."