k; but it's all
that your friends can do for thee."

"What dost thou think his next move will be?"

"He will not use the dagger, after to-night's failure," replied
Frederick; "and besides, he hath a broken arm if it were he which
visited us."

"Thou meanest that his next attempt will be the axe of the executioner?"

"Yes."

"A pleasant prospect; but one that the loss of sleep cannot save from."
So saying I stretched me upon my cloak and soon thought naught of
Catesby nor his vengeance.

CHAPTER XXIII

THE ARREST

Loud and trembling blew the trumpets to arouse the lazy sleepers and
warn them that the second and last day of the grand tournament had
dawned. Then, had one but had the heads of AEgeon, and had he been able
to place heads in separate parts of the field, among the tents of
knights and squires, his numerous ears had heard low-muttered curses
issue from each tent, as the inmates awakened, protested, turned to the
other side, shrugged up their each particular pair of shoulders and
again sank into sleep.

Another hour passed, and again rang out the trumpets, with their
unwelcome sound. This time they must not be denied, as the sun was
well started on his circling journey.

Michael was busy superintending the preparing of our morning meal.

Harleston, as ever, did not rise until the last moment; and then he
hurriedly arose and joined me at breakfast.

"Well, Michael," said Frederick, "whom dost thou think it was last
night, that thou didst handle so roughly? Thinkst thou that it was
Catesby?"

"Sure, sor, Oi know not fer a surety, but methinks it must ha' bin
anither."

"And why?"

"Because, sor, he seemed to lack the stringth that Catesby doth
possiss."

"Methinks that it had been all one to thee had he been possessed of
twice the power of Catesby. I doubt me much that thou had noticed any
difference," laughed Frederick.

At this compliment to his strength Michael blushed like a maiden, and
returned no answer.

"Come, Walter, what wilt thou wager that the would-be assassin of last
night was or was not Catesby?" asked my friend.

"Truly, my wish is so strong that it was mine old enemy that I will
make it father of the thought, and for the wager,--say--a new cloak, of
Paris's latest fashion."

"Done, by Heaven! That cloak will suit me well. I'll lay on Michael's
judgment."

When we were fully armed we strolled forth from our tent to watch the
spectators arrive in one contin