To a broken question about the gentleman who had been so good to him, Master Purvis made up a swift reply that the gentleman had not believed anything against him at first, but did now, and would never forgive him. The tale came on so swiftly, almost without a pause, the facts followed each other so glibly, that Master Purvis was almost proud of his achievement, and more than convinced of the effect it had upon Dick. "And so," ended Master Purvis, "you must go quietly away to some friends of mine till I can come for you. Newton will take you--a good faithful servant; and you must be obedient and silent, and he will take all care of you." Master Purvis got up here nervously, for the misery on Dick's white face spoilt the flow of his sentences. He felt he was doing the best for the boy, and had made himself think that Dick ought to be grateful. "Be sure you never say your name," he said hastily, "nor breathe a word of your story." He opened the door. Dick sprang after him. "Giles!" he cried. "Giles! Where is Giles?" "I don't know," said Master Purvis, shaking him off. "Perhaps dead. Most likely dead," he added, desiring, of all things, to get away from Dick's agonized eyes, and the tones of his voice, and the touch of his hands. Master Purvis came back to his master quite out of breath. Captain Dent was still pacing the floor. "Have you done the business?" he questioned sharply. "Yes," panted Master Purvis. "Have you frightened him thoroughly from confiding in Royalists of any sort?" "Yes; I think--Nay, I'm sure," Master Purvis answered. The ex-Cavalier laughed. "You ought to make quite sure," he said. Captain Dent, suddenly halting by the officer, said: "You might meet him and Newton on the way, and carry out some of His Majesty's orders. But you may go short of dragging him back to the Provost." "Ay, I might, if you make it worth while," said the other coolly. "He won't know you're broken," said Dent. "And there's nothing like feeling for believing." "True," rejoined the other. "And we'll see which feels more broken. Terms?" he added, and they discussed them. Then Dent left the farm, and the ex-Cavalier shortly followed him. In the early morning, Master Purvis took Dick some breakfast, which he did not eat; afterwards set him before Newton on horseback, and watched them gallop off with a sigh of relief. Master Purvis was selfish, so selfish that he did not care even to see anything painful, and there was something very painful in the silence of Dick.