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"Who is it?" she called, lightly enough, and shot the bolt with niay voice, "And I come but to warn you not to venture on deck to-morrow till justice hath been done upon our prisoner"

"Shall you--hang hiue and merits a worse fate"

"Is he then tried and condeh 'twill be soon done We have couilt as doth condemn him out of hand"

"What evidence, cousin?"

"His doublet all besmirched with his victi at dawn So, Joan, stir not abroad in the ht, sweet coz, and sweet dreams attend thee!" And away trips Sir Rupert and leaves us staring on one another, she proud and gracious in all her dainty finery and I a very hang-dog fellow, -places

"Was this indeed your doublet?" she questioned at last

"It was"

"How caedto say?"

"Nothing, madam"

"You would have me think you this murderer?"

"I would have you think of me none at all," I answered, and shs she, "needsyou are and pity you accordingly!"

"Howbeit," says I, scowling blacker than ever, "I will get one!"

"No ht than a noose to-morrow To-morrow, aye, the dawn is like to see an end of the feud and the Conisbys both together--"

"And so shameful an end!" says she At this, I turnedspeaking, I got to ht come at the trap beneath her berth; but nextround for some weapon to my defence, for on the air was sudden wild tu that waxed ever louder Then, as I listened, I kneas notof a tru of a drum: "Martin--O Martin Conisby!" She stood with hands clasped and eyes wide in a dreadful expectancy, "What is it?" she panted, "O what is it? Hark--what do they cry!"