"We must surprise and make them prisoners first." "Yes--no, you will kill them," whispered the girl.

"It is too treacherous and dreadful." "My child," said Sir Edward gently, and he stretched his hand forward till he could touch the girl's head, upon which he softly laid his hand; "I have a girl as young and fair as you, and Heaven forbid that she should ever be called upon to perform such an act.

But think: it is to save your father's life; to save you from the hands of these treacherous ruffians.

You must be our guide." There was a dead silence for a few moments, and Sir Edward felt his hand taken and held to two soft lips.
"Yes," came gently; "it is to save my poor father.

He will die in this terrible place; and I must die too.