That pretty fellow was born to be a thief-taker." The boy turned a glance of sour reproof upon his companion.

He had not stirred from his chair while Crispin had been at the door.
"You lied to them," he said at last.
"Sh! Not so loud, sweet youth," was the answer that lost nothing of menace by being subdued.

"Tomorrow, if you please, I will account to you for offending your delicate soul by suggesting a falsehood in your presence.

To-night we have a man's life to save, and that, I think, is work enough.

Come, Master Stewart, we are being watched.