“Oh! hear me--hear me!” he cried, with great emotion. “Abandon this horrible career; you have been decoyed and betrayed to it by one who can deceive or terrify you no more! Abandon it, and I will never desert you. For her sake--for your Fanny’s sake--pause, like me, before the gulf swallow us. Let us fly!--far to the New World--to any land where our thews and sinews, our stout hands and hearts, can find an honest mart. Men, desperate as we are, have yet risen by honest means. Take her, your orphan, with us. We will work for her, both of us. Gawtrey! hear me. It is not my voice that speaks to you--it is your good angel’s!” Gawtrey fell back against the wall, and his chest heaved. “Morton,” he said, with choked and tremulous accent, “go now; leave me to my fate! I have sinned against you--shamefully sinned. It seemed to me so sweet to have a friend; in your youth and character of mind there was so much about which the tough strings of my heart wound themselves, that I could not bear to lose you--to suffer you to know me for what I was. I blinded--I deceived you as to my past deeds; that was base in me: but I swore to my own heart to keep you unexposed to every danger, and free from every vice that darkened my own path. I kept that oath till this night, when, seeing that you began to recoil from me, and dreading that you should desert me, I thought to bind you to me for ever by implicating you in this fellowship of crime. I am punished, and justly. Go, I repeat--leave me to the fate that strides nearer and nearer to me day by day. You are a boy still--I am no longer young. Habit is a second nature. Still--still I could repent--I could begin life again. But repose!--to look back--to remember--to be haunted night and day with deeds that shall meet me bodily and face to face on the last day--” “Add not to the spectres! Come--fly this night--this hour!” Gawtrey paused, irresolute and wavering, when at that moment he heard steps on the stairs below. He started--as starts the boar caught in his lair--and listened, pale and breathless. “Hush!--they are on us!--they come!” as he whispered, the key from without turned in the wards--the door shook. “Soft! the bar preserves us both--this way.” And the coiner crept to the door of the private stairs. He unlocked and opened it cautiously. A man sprang through the aperture: “Yield!--you are my prisoner!” “Never!” cried Gawtrey, hurling back the intruder, and clapping to the door, though other and stout men were pressing against it with all their power. “Ho! ho! Who shall open the tiger’s cage?” At both doors now were heard the sound of voices. “Open in the king’s name, or expect no mercy!” “Hist!” said Gawtrey. “One way yet--the window--the rope.”