"And you, Humphrey Chetham,--your presence here can do no good.

Quick!--they come!" "Nothing should induce me to quit you at such a moment, Viviana," replied Chetham, "but the conviction that I may be able to liberate you, should these miscreants convey you to prison." "Fly!--fly, my son," cried Oldcorne.

"They are at the door." Thus urged, Guy Fawkes reluctantly yielded to Oldcorne's entreaties and sprang through the window.

He was followed by Chetham.

Viviana darted to the casement, and saw that they had alighted in safety on the ground, and were flying swiftly up Shude Hill.