In one corner, beside Humphrey's pallet, stood Shubar, still uttering the wild shrieks they had heard, and huddling about her were the three boys,--John clinging to her gown, while Humphrey and Robert, both facing about, were shouting at a strange figure that burrowed frantically into the pallet occupying the opposite corner of the chamber. "Shubar says 't is a witch," cried Robert. "Take thy gun and slay her before she bring evil upon us." "Be quiet, my son," said his father, scarcely able to repress his laughter, for at the sound of his voice Parson Legg's weazened face, all blanched by fear, was lifted from out the pillows, and a pair of terror-stricken eyes peered over his shoulder. He had been lying face downward, partially covered by the bedclothes, under which he was still trying to conceal himself; and his steeple-crowned hat, now a shapeless wreck, was pulled down over his ears, as if to shut out more effectually the sounds of strife that had well-nigh bereft him of reason. "It would seem thou canst preach far better, Parson Legg, than defend thyself from the enemy," John Devereux said rather grimly, looking down with unconcealed contempt upon the little coward, while Anne busied herself in reassuring the children and quieting Shubar's angry mutterings. "Even so, neighbor John, even so," answered the Parson, in no wise disconcerted at the sarcasm of the other's words and tone, and making no movement to emerge from his retreat. "As I told thee below, I am a man o' peace, an' I like not the sound o' war an' the sight o' bloodshed. But what doth this silence portend?--are the enemy routed,--are they vanquished, an' put down, smitten hip an' thigh, an' put to flight by thy brave followers?" His anxious queries met with no reply, for John Devereux, who was standing upon the threshold of the room, had become conscious of a sharp current of air blowing upon his cheek. It told him that the scuttle was open overhead, and turning about, he darted swiftly up the ladder. He was soon upon the roof, and here he stood a few moments and looked keenly about. The voices of his men came to him from the ground below. They had left their concealment, and the lightness of their tones told him that all danger was past. As his eyes became more accustomed to the gloom, the dim starlight revealed to him the outlines of a form crouching behind the great chimney not far away. "Joane!" he called softly, suspecting who it might be. She arose and came to him, and he heard her laughing to herself. "What camest thou up here for?" he demanded, speaking quite sharply. "Joane shoot pirate captain," she answered, still laughing. "Heap scare 'em--no know where shot come from--all run away to ship."