"We can tell ye that in a twinkling," said the malicious intruders, "after we have stepped up to the lodge, and given them a pretty guess at the quality of the knaves who be robbing of their garden. Nay, Doctor, we take no excuse, unless we take our share of the spoil with it. To work, or ye budge not hence without discovery." This was a provoking interruption--their all depended on a favourable issue to this adventure. Dee therefore offered terms of capitulation as follows:-- "I'll give you five-and-twenty gold pieces on the spot if ye will let us pass." "Five-and-twenty!--why, that box may hold five-and-twenty hundred," said the freebooter with a whistle, by way of derision. "Perhaps not," said the Doctor, warily; "it is not yet tried, and may not be opened here without risk. Come to my lodgings to-morrow, and we will share in the product." "Nay," returned the rogue, sharply, "a pullet in the pen is worth a hundred in the fen. Come, we will deal kindly with thee: give us fifty, and pass on." Dee willingly opened his pouch, and threw the gold into the fellow's greasy cap, which he held out for the purpose. Immediately they took to their heels and departed. "The demon was more kind, and of a different nature from those that do generally haunt these hidden treasures," said the Doctor, as he trudged along, following closely at Bartholomew's heels. "If he had not warned me to bring the gold, these thieves must needs have opened the box. Had they seen the vast hoard which it contains I should not have been released for thrice the sum." With mutual congratulations on their good fortune, and many pious thanksgivings on the part of Dee, they arrived, without farther molestation, at the college, where Lettice was ill-humouredly awaiting their return. Bartholomew threw down his burden in the study, where the Doctor, cautiously guarding against intrusion, wrenched open the chest. His rage and agony may be conceived when he found the treasure transformed into a heap of stones, bearing the following malicious doggerel on their front:-- "My mare is lost, but I've the gold; My mare is better lost than sold. Full fifty pieces, broad and bright, My bullies bring me home to-night. My trap is baited!--Springs it well, I get the kernel, thou the shell! "From thy loving, "BARNABUS HARDCASTLE, _Armiger_." FOOTNOTES: [19] "Johan Glaston," vol. ii. fol. 535. [20] _Vide_ Casaubon's folio concerning Dee's intercourse with spirits. [21] Casaubon. [Illustration: THE SEER.] THE SEER. "_Petruchio_. Pray, have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina, fair and virtuous? _Baptista_. I have a daughter, sir, call'd Katharina," _Taming of the Shrew, Act II. Scene_ I. "What sudden chance is this, quoth he, That I to love must subject be, Which never thereto would agree, But still did it defie?" _King Cophetua and the Beggar-maid._