She had heard Dampier riding in the night Wyllard had received his summons, and now she wondered who the approaching stranger was, and what his business could be. She did not know why, but she thought it was not Gregory. Presently Hastings looked round again. "It's the team Bramfield hires out at the settlement," he said. "None of our friends would get him to drive them in.

She stood tensely still, with lips slightly parted, and a strained look in her eyes, while Hastings gazed at the wagon for another moment or two. "Yes," he said, and his voice was harsh, "it's Dampier. The other man's surely Bramfield. Harry's not with him." He glanced at Agatha, who turned away, and sat down in the nearest chair.

Indeed, his promotion to the Earldom in his old age had been, in part, a compliment to his third wife- -Jane, daughter of Lord Butler of Bramfield, whose mother was a sister of the Duke of Buckingham; and it had been specially provided, in the patent of the Earldom, that it should descend, by preference, to his heirs by that lady.

Yarranton afterwards succeeded in making a friend of Lord Windsor, as would appear from his dedication of England's Improvement to his Lordship, whom he thanks for the encouragement he had given to him in his survey of several rivers with a view to their being rendered navigable. The following is a copy of the document from the State Papers: "John Bramfield, Geo. Moore, and Thos.

"Yes," he said, and his voice was harsh, "it's Dampier. The other man's surely Bramfield. Harry's not with him." Once more he glanced at Agatha, who turned away, and sat down in the nearest chair. She said nothing, and there was an oppressive silence, through which the beat of hoofs and rattle of wheels rang more distinctly.

"I am going to take you to the nearest town to Bramfield to spend the rest of the night. It is getting late, you know past midnight already." "Bramfield!" she echoed with a start. "Then then we have been going north all this time?" "We have been going north," he said. She glanced around. Her eyes were hunted. "No," said Caryl. "I haven't killed him.

There seem to be two men in the wagon. Bramfield will be one. I can't make out the other." Mrs. Hastings, who was evidently becoming curious about the unexpected guest, went to his side, and they stood watching the wagon until Agatha made an abrupt movement. "It's Captain Dampier!" she exclaimed with foreboding in her voice.

Presently Hastings looked round again. "It's the team Bramfield hires out at the settlement," he said. "None of our friends would get him to drive them in. There seems to be two men in the waggon. Bramfield will be one. I can't make out the other." Mrs.