which he had held all the time.

'What, no warrant?' shouted Philip, 'he is a mere robber!' and with
drawn sword he was precipitating himself on the captain, when another
gendarme, who had been on the watch, grappled with him, and dragged
him off his horse before he could strike a blow. The other two English,
Humfrey Holt and John Smithers, strong full-grown men, rode in fiercely
to the rescue, and Berenger himself struggled furiously to loose himself
from the captain, and deliver his brother. Suddenly there was the report
of a pistol: poor Smithers fell, there was a moment of standing aghast,
and in that moment the one man and the two youths were each pounced on
by three or four gendarmes, thrown down and pinioned.

'Is this usage for gentlemen?' exclaimed Berenger, as he was roughly
raised to his feet.

'The King's power has been resisted,' was all the answer; and when
he would have been to see how it was with poor Smithers, one of the
men-at-arms kicked over the body with sickening brutality, saying, 'Dead
enough, heretic and English carrion!

Philip uttered a cry of loathing horror, and turned white; Berenger,
above all else, felt a sort of frenzied despair as he thought of the
peril of the boy who had been trusted to him.

'Have you had enough, sir?' said the captain. 'Mount and come.

They could only let themselves be lifted to their horses, and their
hands were then set free to use their bridles, each being guarded by
a soldier on each side of him. Philip attempted but once to speak, and
that in English: 'Next time I shall take my pistol.

He was rudely silenced, and rode on with wide-open stolid eyes and
dogged face, steadfastly resolved that no Frenchman should see him
flinch, and vexed that Berenger had his riding mask on so that his face
could not be studied; while he, on his side, was revolving all causes
possible for his arrest, and all means of enforcing he liberation,
if not of himself at least of Philip and Humfrey. He looked round for
Guibert, but could not see him.

They rode on through the intricate lanes till the sun was high and
scorching, and Berenger felt how far he was from perfect recovery. At
last, however, some little time past noon, the gendarmes halted at a
stone fountain, outside a village, and disposing a sufficient guard
around his captives, the officer permitted them to dismount and rest,
while he, with the rest of the troop and the horses, went to the village
CABARET. Philip w