"They struggled to their feet. Had they been anything but the villains they were I could have pitied them, they looked so miserable. "`Hold my horse,' said I, dismounting, `while I go and reconnoitre. I know every inch of the ground. Keep in the dark, whatever you do, under the hedge there. So. Are you loaded?' "`I am,' said Tom, sullenly taking out his pistol. "`So am I,' said the other. "`Give me one of the pistols,' I said, as coolly as I could. `You won't want both here, and I may want one.' "Tom handed me his. "`Now keep a look-out here, and when you hear me whistle over the wall, come sharp, mind!' "So saying, I left them, and went on towards the house. "Except in my father's room no lights were burning, and I began to hope that what the letter had said about the steward might after all prove to be false. I went quietly up to the back door and turned the handle. It was open. The story was true, then, and in my rage and indignation I could hardly contain myself to act my part any longer. However, I made a desperate effort. "Holding the door slightly open I whistled softly. There was no answer. I whistled again louder. This time there was a sound of some one moving, and the faint nicker of a candle, and presently I heard a voice whisper-- "`Is it all right?' "`All right,' I whispered back. `And you, steward?' "`Yes. All ready. Come in.' "I entered. My hat was over my eyes, and in the faint candle-light the false servant did not know me. I followed him to his room. "`You're late,' he said, reaching down some keys from a nail. `Where are the rest?' "`Outside,' I replied in a low whisper. "But, low as it was, the voice was not disguised enough to escape the quick ear of the steward. He turned sharply round and looked at me, while I at the same moment, throwing off my cap, sprang towards him and presented my pistol. "He was too stunned and terrified to do anything but drop on his knees and utter incoherent entreaties and ejaculations for pity. "`How is my father?' I inquired, not heeding his entreaties, and pointing the pistol still at his head. "`Better,' he faltered--`much better. Oh, Master--' "`Come with me,' I replied, turning to the door. "He accompanied me like a lamb. Had my father been worse I had intended to lock him up a prisoner in his own room. As it was, I took him silently and stealthily through the village and delivered him up then and there into the hands of the watch. "This villain secured, it only remained to make sure of the other two. And this, as it happened, was a very easy task. For both, exhausted by their long, forced march and utterly benumbed by the cold, had fallen into a drowsy stupor under the hedge where they had been left, crouching beside my faithful steed for warmth. In this state it was simple work to secure them and march them off to custody, where at any rate they were not less comfortable for a time than they had been.