"Then, by Jove, you'll have to take me with you, old boy! I see you're not fit to take care of yourself. I'll have to go and keep you from harm."
"You won't keep me from harm, old chap," said Dacres, more gently; "but I'd be glad if you would go. So come along."
"I will, by Jove!"
"I WATCHED HIM."
[ CHAPTER XX.]
THE BARON'S WOES.
Dacres was not the only excited visitor that Hawbury had that day. Before its close another made his appearance in the person of the Baron.
"Well, my noble friend," cried Hawbury—"my Baron bold—how goes it? But, by Jove! what's the matter, my boy? Your brow deep scars of thunder have intrenched, and care sits on your faded cheek. Pour forth the mournful tale. I'll sympathize."