Paul carried the mark of Simon Dowsett's bullet in his shoulder, and he was too well known by him to play a part longer.

Looking full at the man who addressed him, he answered boldly: "I am Paul Stukely, not the prince at all.

He is beyond the reach of your malice.

He is in safe shelter now." "Where is he ?" asked the man quietly.
"I shall not tell you," answered Paul, who knew that these robbers were so daring that they might even make a raid on the Priory, or watch it night and day, and to prevent the escape of the prince from thence, if their suspicions were once attracted, to the spot.
Sledge Hammer George laid a hand upon the young man's arm.
"Now don't be a fool, lad; these fellows here will stand no more from you.

A valuable prize has escaped them, and they will wring the truth out of you by means you will not like, but will not be able to resist.