The dog-fox cannot be far off, since the cub is found." With these words, he tore the mantle from Wood's back, and, perceiving the child, endeavoured to seize it.

In this attempt he was, however, foiled by the agility of the carpenter, who managed to retreat to the door, against which he placed his back, kicking the boards vigorously with his heel.
"Joan! Joan!" vociferated he, "open the door, for God's sake, or I shall be murdered, and so will your babby! Open the door quickly, I say." "Knock him on the head," thundered Sir Cecil, "or we shall have the watch upon us." "No fear of that," rejoined Rowland: "such vermin never dare to show themselves in this privileged district.

All we have to apprehend is a rescue." The hint was not lost upon Wood.

He tried to raise an outcry, but his throat was again forcibly griped by Rowland.
"Another such attempt," said the latter, "and you are a dead man.

Yield up the babe, and I pledge my word you shall remain unmolested." "I will yield it to no one but its mother," answered Wood.
"'Sdeath! do you trifle with me, sirrah ?" cried Rowland fiercely.