Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft.
The light fell upon the fugitive, who stood before him in an attitude of defence, with the child in his arms.
"Aha!" exclaimed Jonathan, acting upon the information he had obtained from Wood; "I have found you at last.

Your servant, Mr.Darrell." "Who are you!" demanded the fugitive, sternly.
"A friend," replied Jonathan, uncocking the pistol, and placing it in his pocket.
"How do I know you are a friend ?" asked Darrell.
"What should I do here alone if I were an enemy?
But, come, don't let us waste time in bandying words, when we might employ it so much more profitably.

Your life, and that of your child, are in my power.

What will you give me to save you from your pursuers ?" "_Can_ you do so ?" asked the other, doubtfully.
"I can, and will.

Now, the reward ?" "I have but an ill-furnished purse.