CHAPTER XIV.
This was the entry then, these stairs--but whither after?
Yet he that's sure to perish on the land May quit the nicety of card and compass, And trust the open sea without a pilot .-- TRAGEDY OF BENNOVALT.
"Look out for the private way through the chapel, Ranald," said the Captain, "while I give a hasty regard to these matters." Thus speaking, he seized with one hand a bundle of Argyle's most private papers, and with the other a purse of gold, both of which lay in a drawer of a rich cabinet, which stood invitingly open.

Neither did he neglect to possess himself of a sword and pistols, with powder-flask and balls, which hung in the apartment.

"Intelligence and booty," said the veteran, as he pouched the spoils, "each honourable cavalier should look to, the one on his general's behalf, and the other on his own.

This sword is an Andrew Ferrara, and the pistols better than mine own.

But a fair exchange is no robbery.