Do you, sir," he added to the priest, "mount behind Guy Fawkes, and let Viviana come next after me.

If I should miss my way, do not stir for your life." The transfer effected, the fugitives turned off to the right, and proceeded at a cautious pace along a narrow and shaking path.

The ground trembled so much beneath them, and their horses' feet sank so deeply in the plashy bog, that Viviana demanded, in a tone of some uneasiness, if he was sure he had taken the right course?
"If I had not," replied Humphrey Chetham, "we should ere this have found our way to the bottom of the morass." As he spoke, a floundering plunge, accompanied by a horrible and quickly-stifled cry, told that one of their pursuers had perished in endeavouring to follow them.
"The poor wretch is gone to his account," observed Viviana, in a tone of commiseration.

"Have a care!--have a care, lest you share the same fate." "If I can save you, I care not what becomes of me," replied the young merchant.

"Since I can never hope to possess you, life has become valueless in my eyes." "Quicken your pace," shouted Guy Fawkes, who brought up the rear.