Chapter 19 A GIPSY ENCAMPMENT

I see a column of slow-rising smoke

O'ertop the lofty wood, that skirts the wild.

Cowper: The Task.

"The top of the morning to you, gem'men," said Turpin, as he rode up at an easy canter. "Did you not hear my halloo? I caught a glimpse of you on the hill yonder. I knew you both, two miles off; and so, having a word or two to say to you, Lu