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Maurice's voice reached them from the boat. "Be quick, Neal. I must cast off and let you get under way. They've got the old salmon cobble out, and they're coming after us. Captain Twinely must have managed to tear himself away from the Comtesse. They are pulling six oars, and the cobble is full of men. Be quick." Una stopped crying on the instant.
Captain Twinely rolled in his saddle with mirth. "A vixen," he cried. "Damn your soul, Neal Ward, but you're a sly one. To think of a true blue Presbyterian like you, a minister's son, God rot you, lying and cuddling a girl in a field. A vixen, by God. Strip her, sergeant, till we see if he's telling the truth." Neal, with the strength of a furious man, tore himself from the grasp of his guards.
The arrival of Captain Twinely, Lord Dun-severic's grave face, and his summons to Neal had filled Una's mind with an undefined dread of some threatening evil. She was nearly as anxious as her aunt to know what was to happen. The prospect of a scamper across country through the rain daunted her very little. She had no doubt of her ability to keep in touch with the horsemen without being discovered.
"Sergeant," said Captain Twinely, "take four men and force this door." Neal heard his name called in a low voice by some one near him. "Neal, Neal, Neal Ward." It was Una's voice. His father and uncle had passed down the road. The yeomen were eagerly watching their comrades' attempts to force the door. Neal stepped over the low stone wall. He felt a hand grasp his and heard Una speak again.
There should be no more of it." Lord Dunseveric entered the room where General Clavering and his officers sat at dinner. Captain Twinely stood at the end of the table, and Lord Dunseveric heard the orders he received. "Put him into the market-house to-night. I'll hang that fellow in the morning, whatever I do with the rest."
Miss Una, could you no shout, and let him come for the food himself?" Una looked at her with a wondering reproach in her eyes. "Am I the only one that's to do nothing for him? Didn't Maurice get him free in the town of Antrim? Didn't you chase the yeomen from him last night? Isn't Aunt Estelle sitting with that Captain Twinely now? And may I not do something, too?
Captain Twinely could not hesitate, he promised to go with her. In the back of his mind was a feeling that if he were of the party Maurice St. Clair could not attempt to communicate with the fugitive. "Maurice," said the Comtesse, "Maurice, are you ready? Captain Twinely is coming with us to the Skerries for a pic-nic. Won't that be nice? Come along quickly, we are starting."
"Indeed," he said, "Captain Twinely seems to be unfortunate with regard to this particular prisoner. This is, let me see, the third time that Neal Ward has ah! evaded his vigilance." "The sentry who guarded the door of the cellar," said General Clavering, "was attacked, overpowered, bound, and gagged." "By the prisoner?"
"Captain Twinely," said Lord Dunseveric, "loose the belt from your prisoner's arms at once." The order was obeyed, and Neal stood free. "Bid your men leave the meeting-house, all but the man who holds the torch and the one who lies there on the floor." The men, cowed and sullen, went out. "Now," said Lord Dunseveric, "I will have this matter cleared up and I will have justice done."
This Twinely, who takes rank as a captain of yeomen, and has, as I suppose, a following of blackguards, brings me orders which I cannot disobey at least which I mean to disobey in only one particular. I am bidden to search your father's meeting-house for cannon supposed to be concealed there. I am going to search, and search thoroughly.
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