"It feels pretty hard," I answered.
"Well, here"s twopence for you," he cried.
"Thanks, awfully," I said, putting out my hand.
Holding his machine, on the point of wheeling it into the middle of the road, he paused, staring into my face.
"Where are you bound for?" he inquired.
"London," I replied. "Can you tell me which is the road?"
He stared again for what seemed a long time, and it was evident that I caused him a little perplexity.
"Of course," he muttered, half to himself; "it must be the holidays just now."
"They began last month," I answered.
"Yet I am sure you are running away," he cried.
Somewhat alarmed, in consequence of my recent experiences, I thought it time to get on my way.
"Don"t be in a hurry," he said. "I think you and I ought to have a little talk."
"I want to get along," I retorted.
"Where to?"
"To get some breakfast," I replied.
"Hungry, eh?" he asked.
"A little."
With that he looked at his watch; then, saying that it was nearly twelve, he took from a side pocket of his jacket a tin case, packed with tempting-looking sandwiches.
"Just put yourself outside those," he said, handing me the tin.
"But--but," I suggested with an effort, "won"t you want them?"
"I am all right," he said, with a laugh; "you needn"t bother about me.
Sit down and start."
Needing no further persuasion, I sat down on the gra.s.s by the way-side, and steadily emptied the sandwich tin. Before this was accomplished, however, he produced a flask, pouring some of its contents into a small cup which fitted on to one end. It seemed to put fresh life into me.
"Feel better?" he inquired, as he replaced the flask in his pocket.
"Ever so much," I answered.
"Well, then, suppose you tell me all about yourself."
"I would much rather not," I insisted.
"Why?"
"Because you--you might try to take me back!"
"Think for a moment, and don"t be stupid," he said. "How can I take you back if you don"t tell me where you have come from? Besides, you would be as much as I could carry with my bike, you know. So fire away," he added, and I sat on the gra.s.s and once more told my story from the beginning, except that this time I omitted to mention Mr. Turton"s name or address.
"When you reach London," he asked after I had become silent, "what are you going to do?"
"Other fellows have been able to do things," I answered.
"But, you know," he said, with a kind sort of smile, "you have not even got a cat."
"I believe I shall be all right if only I get there," I persisted. "If you would not mind telling me the way to the main road."
"Well," he said, "all roads lead to London."
"Any one will do for me," I answered, and upon that he wheeled his machine into the middle of the road.
"Ever ridden on a step?" he asked.
"Rather!"
"Then get up behind me, only don"t upset my baggage."
He mounted as he spoke, and in a second I was standing on the step behind him. In spite of the circ.u.mstances, I thoroughly enjoyed that eight miles ride, and felt sincerely sorry when it ended. Now we coasted down a hill, now we both dismounted to walk up one, and, after one such walk, my companion stopped, unfastened his haversack, and took out a cloth cap.
"Think you could wear that?" he asked, and, trying it on, I found it was only slightly too big.
"Thank you most awfully," I said as we rode on again, and then we did not stop until we reached four cross-roads. Seeing the word "Polehampton" on a finger-post, I perceived that I had returned to the road from Castlemore to London, which I had left to cross the fields in my futile endeavour to avoid the tramp. It was true that I had made a fairly wide circuit, for my new friend told me I should still have five miles to walk to Polehampton.
"I am immensely obliged to you for the lift and--and everything," I said, as he seemed to be on the point of starting. I felt extremely reluctant to part from him.
"That is all right," he answered, thrusting his hand in his knickerbocker pocket. "This may help you on your way." He put something into my hand as he pressed it, then, without another word, mounted his bicycle and rode away. Opening my hand, I found five two-shilling pieces. For the next few yards I did not see things very clearly, for I felt too thankful.
After looking back once or twice until he was out of sight, I set out in a business-like manner to walk the five miles to Polehampton. The events of the morning had filled me with fresh courage, and now that my face was once set towards London, earlier hopes began to reawaken. I should have liked to know my companion"s name, to keep in my memory with that of Mr. Baker and Eliza, but I never saw or heard of him again. Still, I have not forgotten him or the good turn he did me, and I wish that this story might come into his hands to show that I am not ungrateful.
Having pa.s.sed through so much in a short time, I was inclined to expect every mile to bring forth its own peculiar adventure, but Polehampton came into sight without any remarkable occurrence. I scarcely enjoyed the walk, as my legs ached more than ever, and I rested many times by the roadside.
To-day being Friday, I determined, on the strength of my ten shillings, to look for a cheap temperance hotel, or some place of the kind, and make a bargain with the proprietor to stay over Sat.u.r.day and Sunday.
This would give me time to rest and make myself a little more presentable, because, in my present muddy condition, I knew that it would be impossible to obtain any kind of work.
For that was what I intended to do. Instead of hoping to reach London in six days, as at first, I would try to earn a little money by the way, because I perceived that it would be no use entering in such a condition as I was at present.
Polehampton appeared to be even a smaller place than Broughton, and by no stretch of imagination could it be described as a town. Still, it felt pleasant to see a few people about; and noticing a clean-looking whitewashed cottage, with a few bottles of sweets and ginger-beer in the window, I entered, sitting down on an empty box while a white-haired, round-backed old woman opened a bottle of ginger-beer, and a spaniel came from a back room and began to lick my hands. Having paid my penny, I sat sipping the ginger-beer, when it occurred to me that it would be a capital place to lodge, if only the old woman would take me.
"I say," I exclaimed, "do you know where I could get a lodging?"