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Updated: May 13, 2025
But there's no rest more restless than that of an active man except that of an active country, and England won't put up with this butchering of men to-day for doing what was their duty yesterday yes, their duty, for that's what you call it." "So you think Master Wilfrey means to set a double trap for Ray?"
One or two daring souls clambered over the shoulders of their fellows to the principals of the roof, and sat perched across them. The old court house was paved and walled with people. From the entrance at the western end the occupants of the seats before the table filed in one by one. The first to come was the sheriff, Wilfrey Lawson.
As if a reptile had crossed his path, Wilfrey Lawson turned about and passed out without another word. He returned to the castle and ascended the Donjon tower. "Tell me how you became possessed of the warrant," he said. "Tell me, I beg of you, for my soul's sake as well as for your life's sake." Ralph shook his head. "It is not even yet too late. I shall take horse instantly for Newcastle."
"Small doubt which." "Murder, eh? Can you manage it, Wilfrey and yourself?" "Leave that to the pair of us." The perspiration was standing in beads on every inch of Robbie's body.
The two strangers had been seen in the city during the preceding day. It was obviously their purpose to remain until time itself verified the rumor that Ralph had left these parts to escape them. The blacksmith had bragged in his cups at the Red Lion that Wilfrey Lawson of the constable's court at Carlisle would have Ralph Ray in less than a week.
In less time than that Wilfrey Lawson was riding hard towards Newcastle. Next morning after Rotha's struggle with Mrs. Garth at the bridge, the rumor passed through Wythburn that the plague was in the district. Since the advent of the new preachers the people had seen the dreaded scourge dangling from the sleeve of every stranger who came from the fearsome world without.
Amid much sensation, the witness gave the name of the sheriff of Cumberland, Wilfrey Lawson. Continuing his evidence in a defiant manner, the witness said he remembered the deceased agent, James Wilson. He saw him last the day before his death. It was in Carlisle they met.
"It's wasted labor talking to Master Wilfrey." The tone was one of vexation. "Did ye tell him what I heard about Justice Hide and his carryings on at Newcastle?" "Ey, and I told 'im he'd never bring it off with Hide on the bench." "And what did the chiel say to it?" "'Tut, he said, says he, 'Millet is wi' 'im on the circuit, and he'll see the law's safe on treason."
When Ralph, accompanied by Sim, arrived at Carlisle and surrendered himself to the high sheriff, Wilfrey Lawson, he was at once taken before the magistrates, and, after a brief examination, was ordered to wait his trial at the forthcoming assizes. He was then committed to the common gaol, which stood in the ruins of the old convent of Black Friars.
Let me have him in Wilfrey Lawson's hands, and ye'll see what for I hate the proud-stomached taistrel." "Well," said the Cumbrian, in a tone indicative of more resignation than he had previously exhibited, "I've no more cause to love 'im than yourself. You saw 'im knock me down in the streets of Lancaster." "May ye hang him up for it, Bailiff Scroope," replied the Scot.
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