"See, Phil," he cried, "Barbara's waving to you at the window." It was so.

They all glanced up, and at the window Barbara's pale face was visible.
A sudden thought came to Philip, and, leading Matthew into the open, he pointed to the blacksmith, and threw an inquiring look to his sister.
She hesitated a second or two, and then nodded yes with cheery emphasis, so Philip led Matthew away and supplemented the story he had already told him with the startling announcement that all the time there actually was a fugitive Cavalier in the house.
Matthew Hale whistled; he had no words.
"And he must reach Portallan," said Philip, "to catch the midnight tide.

Three of us are going to ride with him, and he takes Rupert's clothes.

We should have got him away finely if it hadn't been for these soldiers." "Then we must smash the soldiers," said Matthew simply.

"How many are they?
Three, and one of them upstairs.