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He was now making his way home at his utmost speed, when he heard the
trampling of a horse's feet coming on at a rapid pace behind him, and on
looking back he saw a horseman making his way in the same direction
with himself. As he advanced, the repeated flashes made them distinctly
visible to each other.
"I say," shouted the horseman at the top of his lungs, "can you direct
me to any kind of a habitation, where I may take shelter?"
"Speak louder," shouted Tom; "I can't hear you for the wind."
The other, in a voice still more elevated, repeated the question, "I
want to get under the roof of some human habitation, if there be one
left standing. I feel that I have gone astray, and this is no night to
be out in."
"Faith, sir," again shouted Tom, "it's pure gospel you're spakin', at
any rate. A habitation! Why, upon my credibility, they'd not deserve a
habitation that 'ud refuse to open the door for a dog on such a night
as this, much less to a human creature with a sowl to be saved. A
habitation! Well, I think I can, and one where you'll be well treated.


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