No information respecting Colonel Charteris could be obtained at the pretty little village of Hornby. The inhabitants could not, or would not, tell whether he was at the castle. It was, therefore, in a state of the utmost uncertainty that Colonel Oxburgh and his troop mounted the steep ascent. The probability, indeed, seemed that a person so cautious as Colonel Charteris would have decamped on hearing that the insurgents were close at hand. On approaching the castle, which he thought much too good for its unworthy owner, Colonel Oxburgh rode up to the principal entrance and caused the bell to be loudly rung. Hitherto, no servants had appeared from whom inquiries could be made, and it would almost seem that the place was deserted. The summons, however, was promptly answered by a porter, who stated that his master had gone to Lancaster. “Who is in the castle, then?” demanded Colonel Ox-burgh. “Take care you don't deceive me, fellow.” “Only Mr. Bancroft, the steward, and two old women,” replied the porter. “Colonel Charteris has taken all the rest of the servants with him to Lancaster. But here comes Mr. Bancroft.” As he spoke, a singular-looking individual made his appearance, and descending the steps respectfully saluted the insurgent leader. Mr. Bancroft was an elderly man, rather high-shouldered and clad in an old-fashioned, snuff-coloured suit. He wore what was then called a night-cap wig, and on his large and prominent nose rested a pair of green spectacles, through which he eyed the visitor. “Colonel Charteris is absent, sir,” he said. “He went to Lancaster yesterday.” “So I have just heard,” replied the other. “But you must excuse me, Mr. Bancroft, if I decline to take your assurance on that point. My men will search the castle.” “As you please, sir,” replied the steward. “But depend upon it they won't find him. Won't you please to alight, and come in?” “Such is my intention,” replied the colonel, springing from his horse and giving the bridle to the trooper nearest to him. “Let a dozen men follow me,” he added. “The rest will take the horses to the stable--feed them--and then come to the house.” “It shall be done, colonel,” said the trooper. “Excuse me, colonel,” said Bancroft. “They'll find the stable doors locked. My master has taken the keys with him.” “Break open the doors,” cried Colonel Oxburgh. “If they do, they'll find no forage inside,” said Bancroft. “All the hay and corn has been removed.” “Never was there such a rascal?” cried Colonel Oxburgh, furiously. “Well, do the best you can,” he added, to his followers. “Put up the horses, and then come to the house.” “To prevent disappointment,” said Bancroft, with a malicious grin, “I had better mention beforehand that they will find no provisions.” “No provisions!” exclaimed the colonel, while the troopers who were within hearing looked aghast: