rning brow, that he at all recovered his faculties. He gazed around
the small apartment; but the man was gone. The lodge window that looked
on the road was open, and the knight's first effort was to reach it. The
pure air of heaven, breathing so sweetly upon his pale and agonised
countenance, revived him for the moment, and his energetic mind in a
short space was restrung and wound up to fresh exertion. He resolved to
set some of his own people to watch about the grounds, in case Zillah
should attempt to obtain entrance; and though he felt assured they
would do but little for him, yet he knew they would do much for gold,
and that he resolved they should have in abundance. The marriage once
over, he fancied himself safe--safe from all but the Buccaneer. Hope is
strong at all times, but never more so than when we are roused from
despair. He turned from the window, and his eye fell on the bloody head
of the traitor Jeromio. He knew that, if the porter saw it, there would
be an outcry and an investigation, which it was absolutely necessary,
under existing circumstances, to avoid; for old Saul was one of those
honest creatures who hold it a duty to tell all truth, and nothing but
truth, to their employers. He therefore wrapped it carefully in the
napkin in which it had been originally enveloped, and then covered it
over with his own kerchief. After another moment of deliberation, he
summoned the old man, and directed him to bear it to the house.

"But where is the stranger, sir?" inquired Saul.

"Oh, he passed from the window, to save you the trouble of unclosing the
gate."

It was fortunate for Sir Willmott Burrell that age had deprived Saul of
more faculties than one.

CHAPTER XI.

Where though prison'd, he doth finde,
Hee's still free, that's free in minde;
And in trouble, no defence
Is so firm as innocence.

WITHER.

When the poor preacher found that Burrell was really gone, and had left
him a prisoner, without the remotest prospect of escape, he felt (to use
his own expression) "rather mazed," and forthwith applied his hand to
the lock, with the vain hope of extricating himself as speedily as
possible: he found, however, the entrance closed firm and fast, and,
moreover, of so solid a construction, that, with all his effort, he was
unable to move it in the slightest degree. He would have welcomed the
idea that the Master of Burrell did but jest; yet there had been that
about his de