At last the tent was quiet save for the deep breathing of the tired men, but Richard could not close his eyes; he meant to get away. After the watch was changed toward midnight was the time he had set as the most favourable for his plan. All being then found secure, the new guard would be over-sure--and he, like the rest, was worn out with the trials of the past two days. Certainly that was the best time; a confident, tired sentinel ought not to be hard to elude. And he lay still, softly gnawing the rope that bound him to Billy. As he was at the end of the line, his right arm was free, and so his fingers aided his teeth to pick the threads apart. Thus an hour went by, and then the lad beside him stirred. "What are you doing, Richard?" he whispered; then added quickly, as his arm felt the loosened cord: "Why, you have bitten the rope in two. You are going to escape? Take me with you, in mercy's name, Richard; do not leave me to die in the prison yonder! Richard, let me go, too." "H--sh!" whispered Richard, sternly, for the boy's excitement was like to arouse the whole body of prisoners, perchance even alarm the guard outside. "Be still, Billy! I cannot take you--two could never pass the guard. I am sorry; I--I--wish you had not waked." But the lad, whose arm was now free because of the final severance of the cord, caught his hand as with a drowning grip: "You must take me--you must!" "I cannot." "Oh, I will not go on to rot in that vile prison; I am so young, and my mother has nobody but me! Don't you know how I have always loved you, Richard? You never asked me to do anything that I was not ready to try it. I'd never leave you here if I were going to freedom--never!" To take him lessened his chances more than half, and Heaven knew how slender they were already; but the struggle in Richard's mind lasted only a moment. Then he leaned over the boy's body and began carefully and quietly to untie the cord that bound him to the next sleeper, stopping now and then when the man made any movement. The lad, guessing his consent by his action, spoke no word, but lifted his head and kissed him on the cheek; and Richard felt the tears that coursed down the smooth face. "You confounded young idiot!" he whispered, but his voice was very tender, and presently, when the knot was loosed, he drew the lad close to him and told his plan. "God grant we may both of us get safely away; but if only one of us succeeds, and that should be I, then will I carry your love to your mother." "And if I escape, I shall do the like for you." "Ay, laddie, and more; for you shall say to Joscelyn Cheshire that even behind prison bars I am her lover; and if death comes, her face, or the blessed memory of it, will outshine those of the angels of Paradise." "You love her so, then?" "As a man loves sunshine and warmth and beauty and life." "And she loves you?" "No, lad, she loves me not."