t against it because you don't see the truth
yet; but it will all come out, and--very soon."

"What?" cried Frank, for there was a meaning look to accompany the
latter words.

"I'm not going to repeat what I said; but you will soon see."

"Then I must speak out at once. I shrank from it for fear of troubling
my mother; but now you force me to."

"Don't, Frank. I shouldn't like to see you hurt."

"Whether I'm hurt or whether I'm not is nothing to you."

"Yes, it is. I have told you why. I couldn't bear to see you struck
down."

"I don't believe that I should be."

"I do, and I don't want you to risk it, for one thing. For the other, I
don't want to be arrested, and to have my head chopped off, for you
couldn't speak without getting me into trouble."

Frank stared at him with his purpose beginning to waver.

"I might get off easily, being what they would call a mere boy. But I
don't know; perhaps they would think that, as I was in a particular
position in the Palace, they ought to make an example of me."

He laughed lightly as he threw himself into a seat by the window.

"I've no one to care about me except the dad, and a little more trouble
wouldn't hurt him very much. Perhaps he'd be proud because I died for
the King. I say, would you like to know why I am such a steady follower
of him across the water?"

Frank didn't speak, but his eyes said yes.

"Because I found how my poor father was wrong-treated. He's free, but
he's little better than a prisoner. He's looked upon as a traitor, and
I'm kept here principally as a sort of hostage to make him keep quiet.
That's it, and they'll shorten me for certain if they find anything out.
Poor old dad, though; I dare say he'll be sorry, for he likes me in his
way."

The trampling of horses was heard in the distance, and Andrew turned
sharply.

"Here they come again. How bright and gay they look this morning! Ah!
I should have liked to live and be an officer in a regiment like that,
ready to fight for my king; but I suppose I am not to be tall enough,"
he added, with a mocking laugh. "Wonder whether they'll stick my head
on Temple Bar. Now, Frank, here's your chance; come and shout to the
nearest officer--`Stop and arrest a traitor!' Well, why don't you? He
will hear you if you holloa well."

Frank made no reply.

"Oh," cried Andrew, "you are letting your chance go by. Well, perhaps
it's better, and it will give me time to send a message to w