was an indignant burst from the young squire.

"No, no, father; I shall not stir from here."

The monk looked at him; but said no more and turned round.

A sedate voice spoke from the dark doorway behind.

"John and I have fetched out a table or two, father; we can brace this
door--"

Dom Anthony turned again.

"We shall not resist further," he said.

Then they were silent, for they were helpless. There was nothing to be
done but to stand there and listen to the din, to the crash that
splintered more every moment in the cracked woodwork, and to watch the
high wall and turret solemn and strong against the stars, and bright
here and there at the edges with the light from the torches beneath. The
guest-house opposite them was dark, except for one window in the upper
floor that glowed and faded with the light of the fire that had been
kindled within an hour or two before.

Sir James took his son suddenly by the arm.

"And you, Chris--" he said.

"I shall stay here, father."

There was a rending thunder from the gate; the wicket reeled in and
fell, and in a moment through the flimsy opening had sprung the figure
of a man. They could see him plainly as he stood there in the light of
the torches, a tall upright figure, a feathered hat on his head, and a
riding cane in his hand.

The noise was indescribable outside as men fought to get through; there
was one scream of pain, the plunging of a horse, and then a loud steady
roar drowning all else.

The oblong patch of light was darkened immediately, as another man
sprang through, and then another and another; then a pause--then the
bright flare of a torch shone in the opening; and a moment later a
fellow carrying a flambeau had made his way through.

The whole space under the arch was now illuminated. Overhead the plain
mouldings shone out and faded as the torch swayed; every brick of the
walls was visible, and the studs and bars of the huge doors.

Chris had sprung forward by an uncontrollable impulse as the wicket fell
in; and the two monks were now standing motionless on the floor of the
court, side by side, in their black habits and scapulars, hooded and
girded, with the two gentlemen and the servants on the steps behind.

Chris saw the leaders come together under the arch, as the whole gate
began to groan and bulge under the pressure of the crowd; and a moment
later he caught the flash of steel as the long rapiers whisked out.

Then above the baying he h