Within three or four minutes the coach stopped, but she thought nothing of it, supposing the way was blocked.
While waiting, two men wrapped to their eyes in greatcoats came up, one on either side of the coach, entered, threw a cloak over her head, and bound her hand and foot.

Immediately the coach started, but presently it stopped again, and Frances had an opportunity to speak to the girl who had come to see Betty.

Fortunately a buttonhole in the cloak which the men had thrown over Frances's head happened to fall over one of her eyes, and thus enabled her to see the girl.
* * * * * When our pursuers turned back, we reduced our speed, so that the journey might be easier for Betty, who had moaned at every jolt, and when the coach went smoother she fell asleep.
After we had all been silent for a long time, Frances said:-- "I have been thinking it all over, cousin Ned, and if Master Hamilton, that is, George, wishes it, I will go with him, regardless of consequences.

I am tired of the fight." "What ?" I cried, startled almost to anger.
"Do not run me through, Ned," cried Hamilton.

"This is the first intimation I have had of her purpose, and to save myself from slaughter at your hands, I hasten to say that I will not accept her sacrifice.