"Quite right," observed Tom coolly; and while he affected to be leisurely whistling a tune, he was in reality keeping a most careful watch upon his companion's movements. Old Death pulled a thick wire which hung down from the top of the vault, and the mechanism of the clock was again set in motion, until the clock-case itself had resumed its usual station over the entrance to the vaulted subterranean. ----- Footnote 11: The ensuing glossary will explain these otherwise enigmatical entries:— _Belcher_—close striped handkerchief. _Cream fancy_—any pattern of handkerchief on a white ground. _Randlesman_—green handkerchief, with white spots. _Blue billy_—blue ground handkerchief, with white spots. _Wedge-feeders_—silver spoons. _Yack_—watch. _Dee_—pocket-book of small size. _Shallow cove_—a fellow dressed in a Guernsey jacket, and looking like a sailor. _Roll of snow_—piece of Irish linen. _Snooze-cases_—pillow-cases. _Narps_—calico shirts. _Blood-red fancy_—handkerchief all red. _Spunk fencer_—match-seller. _Green King's-man_—handkerchief of any pattern on a green ground. _Watersman_—sky-coloured handkerchief. _Yellow fancy_—yellow handkerchief, with white spots. _Yellow-man_—handkerchief all yellow. _Kicksters_—trousers. _Fan_—waistcoat. _Dummie_—pocket-book of large size. _Cat_—muff. _Shakesters' crabs_—ladies' shoes. _Cule_—reticule. _Yack and onions_—watch and seals. _Snow-dropper_—one who steals linen from hedges or drying grounds. _Mill togs_—linen shirts. _Peterman_—a robber who cuts trunks from the back of carriages. _Busy-sack_—carpet bag. _Redge yack_—gold watch. _Togs_—clothes. _Mushroom faker_—a man who goes about ostensibly to buy old umbrellas, but really to thieve. _Lily benjamin_—white upper coat. _Crocus_—an itinerant quack doctor. _Smash_—change. _Double finnips_—ten-pound notes. _Highfly_—genteel begging-letter impostor. _Redge fawney_—gold ring. _Lunan_—common woman. _Single finnip_—five-pound note. CHAPTER XXX. THE STORE-ROOMS. The reader has already seen and heard enough to be fully aware that Thomas Rainford was a man of undaunted courage: nor did he now tremble when he found himself immured, as it were, in that subterranean, along with a character so full of cunning and malignity as Old Death. Although completely ignorant of the dark and gloomy locality to which he had been brought, and well aware that his companion was quite capable of the foulest treachery, the highwayman followed the old fence with so firm a step, and whistled away in a manner indicative of such utter recklessness of danger, that his guide was himself astonished at so much daring.