"I could have sworn I saw him enter this passage.

And how comes his cloak on this knave's shoulders ?" "It is his cloak, of a surety," returned Rowland "Harkye, sirrah," continued he, haughtily interrogating Wood; "where is the person from whom you received this mantle ?" "Throttling a man isn't the way to make him answer questions," replied the carpenter, doggedly.

"You'll get nothing out of me, I can promise you, unless you show a little more civility." "We waste time with this fellow," interposed Sir Cecil, "and may lose the object of our quest, who, beyond doubt, has taken refuge in this building.

Let us search it." Just then, the infant began to sob piteously.
"Hist!" cried Rowland, arresting his comrade.

"Do you hear that! We are not wholly at fault.