ttering had sunk into a
breathless hush, he beckoned to Landless, and the young man stepped to
his side. There were many streaming lights by now, and men saw each
other, now clearly, now darkly, as the fitful glare rose and fell.

"Now, my man," said the master in a loud, slow voice, "you will point
out to me, as you have agreed to do, every man concerned in the plot
discovered this morning. And you whom he designates, I command you, in
the name of the King, to surrender peaceably. Your hope of pardon
depends upon your doing so. Now, Landless!"

"John Havisham," said Landless.

"Taken redhanded," quoth the master. "Place him here, Woodson, in front
of us. When all are in line, I shall have a word to say to them."

Havisham advanced with quiet dignity, passing Landless as if unaware of
his presence. "I surrender," he said, raising his voice, "because I have
no choice. And I advise those of our number here present to do the same.
Our plans known, our friends taken, betrayed and deserted by the man in
whom we trusted most, whom we called our leader, we have, indeed, no
choice."

"Win-Grace Porringer," said Landless.

The Muggletonian threw up his arms. "Iscariot!" he cried wildly. "Woe,
woe to him by whom offenses come! Well for thee, son of Warham Landless,
hadst thou never been born! By the power given to the Two Witnesses and
to their followers I curse thee! Thou shalt be anathema maranatha!
Famine, thirst, and a violent death be thy portion in this life, and in
the world to come mayest thou burn forever, howling! Amen and amen!"
With a wild laugh he stalked to the side of Havisham, leaving Trail
standing alone upon the doorstep. The eyes of the forger met the eyes of
Luiz Sebastian in another puzzled inquiry, but the latter shook his head
with a frown. Not doubting that his name would be the next called, Trail
had already taken a step forward, but Landless's eyes passed him over,
and rested upon the face of a man standing near Luiz Sebastian.

"John Robert!" he cried.

The man, a Baptist preacher suffering under the Act of Uniformity,
turned a gentle, reproachful face upon him, and stepping from the crowd,
joined himself to Havisham and the Muggletonian.

"James Holt!" said Landless.

A rustic, standing behind Luiz Sebastian, uttered a dreadful
imprecation. "You may hang me and welcome, your Honor," he cried as he
took his place, "if you'll just let me see this d--d Judas hung
first!"

Luiz Sebastian fixe