"The other one is a young fool who gave Charles Stuart his horse at Saint Martin's Gate.

But for him again the young man had been taken." "So he has escaped!" cried Crispin.

"Now, God be praised!" Cromwell stared at him blankly for a moment, then: "You will do well, sir," he muttered sourly, "to address the Lord on your own behalf.

As for that young man of Baal, your master, rejoice not yet in his escape.

By the same crowning mercy in which the Lord hath vouchsafed us victory to-day shall He also deliver the malignant youth into my hands.