Very miserably passed the sluggish hours for Tommy. It was now afternoon, and he had been locked up more than two hours, during which he had indulged in a good cry. He was looking forward to the arrival of the van which was to take him and others similarly situated to jail, when the wicket in his cell door was pushed back. The face of the jailer appeared at the aperture. "Johnny," he exclaimed, "brace up. Here's two people wants to see you." "Who are they?" eagerly demanded Tommy. "How should I know? They look like swells, though, and are dressed bang up. The lady gave me a shilling." "Is that so?" said Tommy. "Show them in at once. This isn't New Year's, but I'm receiving calls." The door was flung open, and Mr. and Mrs. Stocker appeared in the damp, narrow passageway. "What an awful place," exclaimed Mrs. Stocker. "Is this where they put smugglers? I declare that I'll never risk taking any more silks or laces in my trunks when I go back to the States." "It's for all sorts, ma'am," answered the jailer. Tommy looked at Mr. Stocker and wished him good-day. "You've got yourself in a nice fix," said the Chicago man, "and if I'd thought you'd done it all yourself I wouldn't have helped you, but my wife thinks it's a put-up job, and she wants me to pay the fine for you, though a hundred dollars is a lot of money, and if you travel with us, you mustn't expect much wages for some time to come." "I won't ask a cent, sir," replied Tommy, "if you'll only get me out of this place." "Who was it?" asked Mrs. Stocker. "It was Wild Charley, ma'am, that got me to do it." "That steward's assistant. Sakes! Why didn't you tell the judge so? Good land! I'd have turned the tables on him mighty quick." "He made me promise not to." "Well," said Mr. Stocker, taking a chew of short-cut, "I'll allow that you were soft not to squeal on him, but I guess I'll have to buy you out of this hole. It goes against the grain of my wood to see an American citizen shut up for smuggling a bit of tobacco." Overwhelmed with delight, Tommy was marched upstairs by the jailer. The fine was paid, and instead of going to prison, he accompanied Mr. and Mrs. Stocker to their hotel. He was engaged by them to look after the baggage and attend upon the lady, who hated foreigners, and said she would rather have one of her own countrymen around her than an Englishman or a Frenchman. The next day was spent in viewing the sights of Liverpool, and at five o'clock they took the express train to go to London. On arriving at the railway station, Tommy was quite bewildered at the noise and bustle which prevailed on all sides of him. Mr. and Mrs. Stocker hired two cabs, as one would not contain all their baggage, which they had packed on the roof of the cab, putting the smaller parcels inside. They were to ride in one and Tommy in the other. "Give me those wraps--hurry up! Oh, my, how cold it is!" cried Mrs. Stocker. "I shall be so glad when I get to the hotel."