As soon as they came down again, O'Brien ordered me to bed, and went up-stairs with me.

He bolted the door, and pulling me to the large chimney, we put our heads up, and whispered, that our conversation should not be heard.

"This man is not to be trusted," said O'Brien, "and we must give him the slip.

I know my way out of the inn, and we must return the way we came, and then strike off in another direction." "But will he permit us ?" "Not if he can help it; but I shall soon find out his manoeuvres." O'Brien then went and stopped the key-hole, by hanging his handkerchief across it, and stripping himself of his gendarme uniform, put on his own clothes; then he stuffed the blankets and pillow into the gendarme's dress, and laid it down on the outside of the bed, as if it were a man sleeping in his clothes--indeed, it was an admirable deception.

He laid his musket by the side of the image, and then did the same to my bed, making it appear as if there was a person asleep in it, of my size, and putting my cap on the pillow.