I was hurried away by the officers from the scene of strife, and conveyed to the Tun at Cornhill, which you know has been converted into a round-house, and where I was locked up for the night.

But while I was lying on the floor of my prison, driven well-nigh frantic by what had occurred, there were two persons without labouring to effect my deliverance--nor did they labour in vain.

These were Chowles and Judith, my foster-sister, and whom, you may remember, I suspected--and most unfairly--of intending my betrayal.

By means of a heavy bribe, they prevailed on one of the officers to connive at my escape.

An iron bar was removed from the window of my prison, and I got through the aperture.