His example was followed by Darrell.

But, though the latter was somewhat embarrassed by his burthen, he peremptorily declined Jonathan's offer of assistance.

Both, however, having safely landed, they cautiously crossed the room, and passed down the first flight of steps in silence.

At this moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed on the walls; and the figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguished at the foot of the stairs.
Darrell stopped, and drew his sword.
"You have betrayed me," said he, in a deep whisper, to his companion; "but you shall reap the reward of your treachery." "Be still!" returned Jonathan, in the same under tone, and with great self-possession: "I can yet save you.

And see!" he added, as the figures drew back, and the lights disappeared; "it's a false alarm.