And many of the band were even now following the example of their leader, and roaming over the house, securing at will whatever excited their fancy, the wine-cellar especially not being forgotten.
"Oh, my God! John," whispered Katharine, falling on her knees again by his side, "must I leave you now, oh, my love!" she moaned, taking his head in her arms, and with her handkerchief wiping the blood from off his forehead, "and you have died for me--for me." The colonel saw the action, and knew now what was the subject of the interview after supper which Seymour had so much desired.

He knelt down beside his daughter, a great pity for her in his soul, and laid his hand on the prostrate man's heart.
"He is not dead, Katharine," he whispered.

"I do not even think he will die; he will be all right in an hour.

If we don't go soon, Katharine, Philip and Bentley will return and be taken also," he continued rapidly.

"Come, Katharine," he said more loudly, rising.
"Dearest child, we must go,--you must bear this, my daughter; it is for our country we suffer." But the talismanic word apparently had lost its charm for her.
"What's all this ?" said Johnson, roughly; "she must go." She only moaned and pressed her lover's hands against her heart.
"And go now! Do you hear?
Come, mistress," laying his hand roughly upon her shoulder.
"Have a care, sir," said Desborough, warningly.