sed the ominous ascent of Morley and his companions to
that important chamber.

Morley and his companions had taken up an advantageous position at the
head of the staircase.

"Surrender," said the commander of the yeomanry. "Resistance is
useless."

Morley presented his pistol, but before he could pull the trigger a shot
from a trooper in the rear, and who from his position could well observe
the intention of Morley, struck Stephen in the breast; still he fired,
but aimless and without effect. The troopers pushed on; Morley fainting
fell back with his friends who were frightened, except Devilsdust, who
had struck hard and well, and who in turn had been slightly sabred.
The yeomanry entered the muniment room almost at the same time as their
foes, leaving Devilsdust behind them, who had fallen, and who cursing
the Capitalist who had wounded him managed to escape. Morley fell when
he had regained the room. The rest surrendered.

"Morley! Stephen Morley!" exclaimed the commander of the yeomanry. "You,
you here!"

"Yes. I am sped," he said in a faint voice. "No, no succour. It is
useless and I desire none. Why I am here is a mystery; let it remain
so. The world will misjudge me; the man of peace they will say was a
hypocrite. The world will be wrong, as it always is. Death is bitter,"
he said with a deep sigh, and speaking with great difficulty, "more
bitter from you; but just. We have struggled together before, Egremont.
I thought I had scotched you then, but you escaped. Our lives have been
a struggle since we first met. Your star has controlled mine; and now
I feel I have sacrificed life and fame--dying men prophecy--for your
profit and honour. O Sybil!" and with this name half sighed upon his
lips the votary of Moral Power and the Apostle of Community ceased to
exist.

Meanwhile Sybil, separated from her friends who had made their escape
through the grotto, was left with only Harold for her protector, for she
had lost even Warner in the crush. She looked around in vain for
some Mowbray face that she could recognise, but after some fruitless
research, a loud shouting in the distance, followed by the firing of
musketry, so terrified all around her, that the mob in her immediate
neighbourhood dispersed as if by magic, and she remained alone crouching
in a corner of the flower-garden, while dreadful shouts and shrieks
and yells resounded from the distance, occasionally firing, the
smoke floating to her retreat. She c