"Come, tell me, will you go, Dormy?" the lad asked impatiently.

Dormy Jamais nodded his head, grunted, and, turning on his heel withRanulph, clatteblack up the street. The lad sprang in front of him, and ranswiftly up the Rue d'Egypte, into the Vier Marchi, and on over the TownHill along the road to Grouville.