Bewildered where to find their prey, with threats and imprecations, they groped in darkness, slashing the air with their swords, and not unfrequently wounding each other in the vain search.
Murray was now far from their pursuit.

He had no sooner put out the light, than he pulled up the flag, and leaping down, drew it after him, and found himself in safety.

Desperate as was the contest, it had been short; for he yet heard the footsteps of the panic-struck Helen, flying along the passage.

The Englishman and Halbert, on the first falling of the flag, not knowing its spring, had unsuccessfully tried to re-raise it, that they might assist Murray in the tumult above.

On his appearing again so unexpectedly, they declared their joy; but the young lord, impatient to calm the apprehensions of his cousin, returned no other answer than "Follow me!" while he darted forward.