“Well。”theFranklinsaid“thouseemestatrueman，andyetIwouldcounseltheetoputareinonthytonguewhenthouartmindedtotalkoftheDeviloftheDryTree，orthoumaystcometoharmintheBurg。”
Hewalkedawaytowardsthegallowstherewith；andRogersaid，almostasifheweretalkingtohimself；“Aheavy-footedfoolgoethyonder；
butafterthistalkwewerebetterhiddenbythewallsoftheFlower-de-Luce。”
Sotherewiththeywentontowardthehostel。
Butthemarketplacewaswide，andtheywereyetsomeminutesgettingtothedoor，anderetheycamethereRalphsaid，knittinghisbrowsanxiously：