Wrap yourself in my cloak, and keep it.

Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light.

A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone.
"Mercy on us!" cried he, as a thrill of apprehension ran through his frame.

"The Dutchman was right, after all." This exclamation had scarcely escaped him, when the discharge of a pistol was heard, and a bullet whizzed past his ears.
"I have him!" cried a voice in triumph.
A man, then, rushed up the entry, and, seizing the unlucky carpenter by the collar, presented a drawn sword to his throat.

This person was speedily followed by half a dozen others, some of whom carried flambeaux.
"Mur--der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by whom he was half strangled.
"Damnation!" exclaimed one of the leaders of the party in a furious tone, snatching a torch from an attendant, and throwing its light full upon the face of the carpenter; "this is not the villain, Sir Cecil." "So I find, Rowland," replied the other, in accents of deep disappointment, and at the same time relinquishing his grasp.