HOW I PARTED WITH MY CLOAK.

My mind was all in confusion as I hurried forward to the river-side inn.

Everything seemed to be going wrong with me, and I wished heartily I

was back in London with my fellow 'prentices, and my kind mistress, and

the sweet Jeannette. They, at least, believed in me; but here, everyone

with one consent conspired to tell me I was but a fool. I had made

myself a laughing-stock at Maidenhead; I had been pinned up against the

wall, by a boy my own age, in this place; I had assaulted a Mayor at

Oxford; I had parted with my cloak, which contained life and death in

the lining of it, to a stranger; and more than all, I had given my love

to a fellow who, if the Welshman was right, was a horrible traitor and

Papist! A fine piece of work, verily, and little wonder if my conceit

was somewhat abated after it all!

Yet, as I ran on, I thought more about my wild friend at the inn, than

about any one else. I could hardly believe him to be a rogue; although

all that the Welshman said of him tallied with my own observation. Nay,

more, to my dismay, I found by my heart that even were he all the rogue

he was painted, I could scarcely bring myself to like him the less.

"At least," thought I, "if he be a knave, he is an honest one; and my

cloak will be safe with him."

As I came to the inn, which I had scarcely yet seen by daylight, it

seemed gayer and more bustling that I had found it last night. Three

brave horses stood saddled and bridled at the door, and voices of good

cheer from within showed me that mine host was having some little custom

for his sack. I wondered if my solemn scholar was of the party, or

whether, the better to avoid detection, he still lay abed.

As I entered, I recognised the chief of the four men who sat at the

table as my friend the Bishop's man, whom I had met on the road two days

ago, but whom, as well as my promise to meet him to-day, I had since

clean forgotten. He hailed me gaily, as if he expected me.

"Welcome, lad; you are a man of your word. I knew you would come. Come

and join us, there is brave sport afoot."

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