A fine coil there would be at home if my father heard of me mixing myself up with Jesuit traitors; and Martin Holt would not be much better pleased neither." "Martin Holt is not my father," answered Cuthbert, with a touch of haughtiness; "and let him say what he will, I must save this man's life, even if it cost me mine own.

Thou knowest how he saved me that day in the dens of Whitefriars.

To leave him to the mercy of the howling mob would be an act of blackest treachery; it would disgrace my manhood for ever." "Tush, man, who asked that of thee ?" answered Jacob, with something of a smile at the lad's impetuosity.

"I love not a black cassock nor a tonsured head so passing well; but a man is a man, even though he be a priest, and I call shame upon those who would thus maltreat a brother man, and the more so when he is one who has visited the sick and tended the leper, and been the friend of those who have no friends in this great city.

I would no sooner than thou give him up to the will of the mob; but we must bethink ourselves where he may be in safety stowed, else the mob will have him whether we will or no.