Men like ourselves stand in sore need of every caution.

Come in, and let me lock the door behind us.

There may be spies lurking even round these walls." "Spies!" echoed Cuthbert, as he strode along the passage towards the light.

"I fear no spies; I have naught to conceal!" But the other man was drawing the heavy bolts, and did not hear this remark.

He followed Cuthbert into the great vaulted kitchen, which was illumined by a noble fire, the warmth of which was very welcome to the youth after his chilly voyage on the river.