"The fame goeth currently, it was Sir Daniel slew him.

He slew him under oath; in his own house he shed the innocent blood.

Heaven wearies for the avenging on't; and you--the man's son--ye go about to comfort and defend the murderer!" "Jack," cried the lad "I know not.

It may be; what know I?
But, see here: This man hath bred me up and fostered me, and his men I have hunted with and played among; and to leave them in the hour of peril--O, man, if I did that, I were stark dead to honour! Nay, Jack, ye would not ask it; ye would not wish me to be base." "But your father, Dick ?" said Matcham, somewhat wavering.

"Your father?
and your oath to me?
Ye took the saints to witness." "My father ?" cried Shelton.