The persons we have mentioned remained in the strong room of the prison, now deserted by all others.

One of their late companions in misfortune called out to the man to make his escape, in the tone of an acquaintance.

"Rin for it, Ratcliffe--the road's clear." "It may be sae, Willie," answered Ratcliffe, composedly, "but I have taen a fancy to leave aff trade, and set up for an honest man." "Stay there, and be hanged, then, for a donnard auld deevil!" said the other, and ran down the prison stair.
The person in female attire whom we have distinguished as one of the most active rioters, was about the same time at the ear of the young woman.
"Flee, Effie, flee!" was all he had time to whisper.

She turned towards him an eye of mingled fear, affection, and upbraiding, all contending with a sort of stupified surprise.

He again repeated, "Flee, Effie, flee! for the sake of all that's good and dear to you!" Again she gazed on him, but was unable to answer.