Good! He shall not leave the dell alive; he shall join the seven who strove before to know too much.
Long Robin's hand has not lost its cunning, and it will strike the more heartily when aimed against one of the false, hateful brood.' "And then, Cuthbert, I saw it all in a moment.

I knew that thou wert in the glen, and that he was going forward to kill thee.

And for a moment my head swam, and I well-nigh swooned with terror, and could not even lift my voice to shout to thee and warn thee to fly for thy life." "It was well thou didst not," answered Cuthbert; "for I should scarce have heard or understood, and he would but have turned his destroying hand against thee ere he went forward to slay me.

Thou didst do better than cry aloud, my sister." She shivered slightly and pressed close up to him.
"When the mist passed from my eyes and I could see, Long Robin was no more there, and in awful fear what might even then be happening, I stole down as fast as my trembling limbs would carry me towards the centre of the dell.

Ere I could see aught I heard thy voice raised in a sharp cry, Cuthbert, and then I heard fierce, cruel words spoken, mingled with that laugh that makes the blood run chill in the veins.