"The success of the enterprise will now be entirely owing to you." "Not to me, but to the Providence that directed me," replied Fawkes, solemnly.
"Right, my son," returned Garnet.

"And let this teach us never to despair again." The next day, Percy having taken possession of the cellar, it was carefully examined, and proved, as Fawkes had stated, admirably adapted to their purpose.

Their fears were now at an end, and they looked on the success of their project as certain.

The mysterious bell no longer tolled, and their sole remaining task was to fill up the excavation so far as to prevent any damage from the wet.
This was soon done, and their next step was to transport the powder during the night to the cellar.

Concealing the barrels as before with faggots and coals, they gave the place the appearance of a mere receptacle for lumber, by filling it with old hampers, boxes without lids, broken bottles, stone jars, and other rubbish.
They now began to think of separating, and Fawkes expressed his intention of returning that night to the house at Lambeth.