The lads lay quiet till the last footstep had melted on the wind.

Then they arose, and with many an ache, for they were weary with constraint, clambered through the ruins, and recrossed the ditch upon the rafter.
Matcham had picked up the windac and went first, Dick following stiffly, with his cross-bow on his arm.
"And now," said Matcham, "forth to Holywood." "To Holywood!" cried Dick, "when good fellows stand shot?
Not I! I would see you hanged first, Jack!" "Ye would leave me, would ye ?" Matcham asked.
"Ay, by my sooth!" returned Dick.

"An I be not in time to warn these lads, I will go die with them.

What! would ye have me leave my own men that I have lived among.

I trow not! Give me my windac." But there was nothing further from Matcham's mind.
"Dick," he said, "ye sware before the saints that ye would see me safe to Holywood.