"Ods zooks! here’s a prize!" chuckled the corporal, tossing the paper in the air and catching it again in the very ecstacy of delight. "Ha, Ha! my pretty mistress, thou’lt sing a different tune ere I’ve done with thee to-night. Now what to do? What were best? The captain (curse him) is away to Spaxton wi’ three o’ the men, to search the Squire’s papers; he’ll not be back till nightfall. The better fortune that; I’ll see to this business myself, and ’twill go hard an I have not this same ’rash and lovelorn fool’ in my safe keeping ere day dawns. Now how to work it?" he mused. "It were easier had they but said where the fellow lies. Should I set one to follow her messenger, and so discover his hiding-place? Yet that were difficult, perchance dangerous; ’tis very like we would but be led astray; these peasants are cursedly untrustworthy, and monstrous shrewd. Or post men up the stream, and take him on the road? That, too, were risky. Perchance ’twere wiser to watch him into the house, and there trap him. Yes, by Jupiter!" he muttered excitedly, "trap him and trap them all. Two traitors are better than one, and if she be not judged traitor for thus harbouring rebels, may I dance to Kirke’s music myself. Why, ’tis no less than Mistress Lisle lost her head for last week. Yes, it must be so. Ah! the pretty fool, wi’ her prince of plots. She may plot, ay, and counter-plot, but she’ll not out-plot Jonathan Crutch, I warrant me. But soft, who comes here?" It was Peter Drew, the smith, from the village, who strode through the coppice on his way to the Manor House. He greeted the Corporal with a scowl. "Good-day, fellow," began that worthy. "What do you up here?" "My lawful business, which is more than you can say," growled the smith, and passed on towards the house. "Hum! So yonder is her messenger," mused the corporal. "Well, let him pass, he’ll lime our bird for us." Then he arose, and cautiously resuming his post of observation within the laurel bush he tossed the note back into the garden. Scarcely had he done so when Barbara came down the garden, searching eagerly for the missing paper. Presently she espied it where it lay on the lawn, and picking it up she placed it carefully in her pocket and returned to the house, while the corporal chuckled again over his success.