"I hear thy voice in another tone than I expected.

What is all this noise; and why are the neighbours gathering to the affray ?" "There have been a proper set of limmers about to scale your windows, father Simon; but I am like to prove godfather to one of them, whom I hold here, as fast as ever vice held iron." "Hear me, Simon Glover," said the prisoner; "let me but speak one word with you in private, and rescue me from the gripe of this iron fisted and leaden pated clown, and I will show thee that no harm was designed to thee or thine, and, moreover, tell thee what will much advantage thee." "I should know that voice," said Simon Glover, who now came to the door with a dark lantern in his hand.

"Son Smith, let this young man speak with me.

There is no danger in him, I promise you.

Stay but an instant where you are, and let no one enter the house, either to attack or defend.