He has too long escaped the doom he merits, the plotter and schemer, the vile dog of a seminary priest! Once let us get him into our hands and he shall be hanged, drawn, and quartered, like those six of his fellows.

No mercy for the Jesuits; it is not fit that such fellows should camber the earth.

There will be no peace for this realm till we have destroyed them root and branch." The boat had now drifted too far for the conversation to be any longer audible.

Jacob gave a long, low whistle, and took to the oars.

Cuthbert, who sat beside the priest in the stern, had his hand upon the tiller; and as the fog cloud lifted just a little, so that the darkness about them became hardly more than that of twilight, he looked at the silent, motionless figure beside him, and exclaimed in surprise: "Father Urban!" A slight smile hovered for a moment over the wan face of the priest.