"Petronella! thou here!" "Brother--brother mine--art thou hurt ?" "Never a whit, though I looked to be a dead man ere this.

Sister, take my knife and cut my bonds; yon man may rise again, and I must be free to defend myself and thee." Petronella cast a scared and fearful glance at the long dark figure lying face downwards upon the sward, showing signs of life only by a spasmodic twitching of the limbs; and then drawing Cuthbert's long hunting knife from his belt, she cut the cords that bound his hands and feet, and in another moment he sprang up and shook himself, keeping a wary eye all the while upon the prostrate foe.
But he did not go to his side at once; he was too keenly aroused and interested by this sudden appearance of his sister.
"Petronella! I can scarce credit my senses.

How comest thou here, and at such an hour ?" "I am doing as thou biddest me," she answered in a low voice: "I am flying from our home, even as thou wast forced to fly.

I verily believe that thou art right, and that our father is well-nigh mad.
I dared not remain.

Even old Martha feared to linger longer under that roof.