The people
were scattering, and he walked slowly down the street. The sun was
low, but he thought not of home or where he should spend the night.
It was now the third day after his arrest. Since noon he had been
looking for Darrel, but the tinker's door had been locked for days,
according to the carpenter who was at work below. For an hour
Trove walked, passing up and down before that familiar stairway, in
the hope of seeing his friend. Daylight was dim when the tinker
stopped by the stairs and began to feel for his key. The young man
was quickly at the side of Darrel.
"God be praised!" said the latter; "here is the old Dial an' the
strong an' noble Trove. I heard o' thy trouble, boy, far off on
the postroad, an' I have made haste to come to thee."
XXVII
The Rare and Costly Cup
Trove had been reciting the history of his trouble and had finished
with bitter words.
"Shame on thee, boy," said the tinker, as Trove sat before him with
tears of anger in his eyes. "Watch yonder pendulum and say not a
word until it has ticked forty times. For what are thy learning
an' thy mighty thews if they do not bear thee up in time o'
trouble? Now is thy trial come before the Judge of all.
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