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Any
further
controversy
being
now
out
of
the
question
,
Short
was
fain
to
part
with
Mr
Grinder
and
his
pupils
and
to
follow
his
morose
companion
.
After
lingering
at
the
finger
-
post
for
a
few
minutes
to
see
the
stilts
frisking
away
in
the
moonlight
and
the
bearer
of
the
drum
toiling
slowly
after
them
,
he
blew
a
few
notes
upon
the
trumpet
as
a
parting
salute
,
and
hastened
with
all
speed
to
follow
Mr
Codlin
.
With
this
view
he
gave
his
unoccupied
hand
to
Nell
,
and
bidding
her
be
of
good
cheer
as
they
would
soon
be
at
the
end
of
their
journey
for
that
night
,
and
stimulating
the
old
man
with
a
similar
assurance
,
led
them
at
a
pretty
swift
pace
towards
their
destination
,
which
he
was
the
less
unwilling
to
make
for
,
as
the
moon
was
now
overcast
and
the
clouds
were
threatening
rain
.
The
Jolly
Sandboys
was
a
small
road
-
side
inn
of
pretty
ancient
date
,
with
a
sign
,
representing
three
Sandboys
increasing
their
jollity
with
as
many
jugs
of
ale
and
bags
of
gold
,
creaking
and
swinging
on
its
post
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
road
.
As
the
travellers
had
observed
that
day
many
indications
of
their
drawing
nearer
and
nearer
to
the
race
town
,
such
as
gipsy
camps
,
carts
laden
with
gambling
booths
and
their
appurtenances
,
itinerant
showmen
of
various
kinds
,
and
beggars
and
trampers
of
every
degree
,
all
wending
their
way
in
the
same
direction
,
Mr
Codlin
was
fearful
of
finding
the
accommodations
forestalled
;
this
fear
increasing
as
he
diminished
the
distance
between
himself
and
the
hostelry
,
he
quickened
his
pace
,
and
notwithstanding
the
burden
he
had
to
carry
,
maintained
a
round
trot
until
he
reached
the
threshold
.
Here
he
had
the
gratification
of
finding
that
his
fears
were
without
foundation
,
for
the
landlord
was
leaning
against
the
door
-
post
looking
lazily
at
the
rain
,
which
had
by
this
time
begun
to
descend
heavily
,
and
no
tinkling
of
cracked
bell
,
nor
boisterous
shout
,
nor
noisy
chorus
,
gave
note
of
company
within
.
‘
All
alone
?
’
said
Mr
Codlin
,
putting
down
his
burden
and
wiping
his
forehead
.
‘
All
alone
as
yet
,
’
rejoined
the
landlord
,
glancing
at
the
sky
,
‘
but
we
shall
have
more
company
to
-
night
I
expect
.
Here
one
of
you
boys
,
carry
that
show
into
the
barn
.
Make
haste
in
out
of
the
wet
,
Tom
;
when
it
came
on
to
rain
I
told
‘
em
to
make
the
fire
up
,
and
there
’
s
a
glorious
blaze
in
the
kitchen
,
I
can
tell
you
.
’
Mr
Codlin
followed
with
a
willing
mind
,
and
soon
found
that
the
landlord
had
not
commended
his
preparations
without
good
reason
.
A
mighty
fire
was
blazing
on
the
hearth
and
roaring
up
the
wide
chimney
with
a
cheerful
sound
,
which
a
large
iron
cauldron
,
bubbling
and
simmering
in
the
heat
,
lent
its
pleasant
aid
to
swell
.
There
was
a
deep
red
ruddy
blush
upon
the
room
,
and
when
the
landlord
stirred
the
fire
,
sending
the
flames
skipping
and
leaping
up
—
when
he
took
off
the
lid
of
the
iron
pot
and
there
rushed
out
a
savoury
smell
,
while
the
bubbling
sound
grew
deeper
and
more
rich
,
and
an
unctuous
steam
came
floating
out
,
hanging
in
a
delicious
mist
above
their
heads
—
when
he
did
this
,
Mr
Codlin
’
s
heart
was
touched
.
He
sat
down
in
the
chimney
-
corner
and
smiled
.
Mr
Codlin
sat
smiling
in
the
chimney
-
corner
,
eyeing
the
landlord
as
with
a
roguish
look
he
held
the
cover
in
his
hand
,
and
,
feigning
that
his
doing
so
was
needful
to
the
welfare
of
the
cookery
,
suffered
the
delightful
steam
to
tickle
the
nostrils
of
his
guest
.
The
glow
of
the
fire
was
upon
the
landlord
’
s
bald
head
,
and
upon
his
twinkling
eye
,
and
upon
his
watering
mouth
,
and
upon
his
pimpled
face
,
and
upon
his
round
fat
figure
.
Mr
Codlin
drew
his
sleeve
across
his
lips
,
and
said
in
a
murmuring
voice
,
‘
What
is
it
?
’
‘
It
’
s
a
stew
of
tripe
,
’
said
the
landlord
smacking
his
lips
,
‘
and
cow
-
heel
,
’
smacking
them
again
,
‘
and
bacon
,
’
smacking
them
once
more
,
‘
and
steak
,
’
smacking
them
for
the
fourth
time
,
‘
and
peas
,
cauliflowers
,
new
potatoes
,
and
sparrow
-
grass
,
all
working
up
together
in
one
delicious
gravy
.
’
Having
come
to
the
climax
,
he
smacked
his
lips
a
great
many
times
,
and
taking
a
long
hearty
sniff
of
the
fragrance
that
was
hovering
about
,
put
on
the
cover
again
with
the
air
of
one
whose
toils
on
earth
were
over
.
‘
At
what
time
will
it
be
ready
?
’
asked
Mr
Codlin
faintly
.
