"I know all about it, Miss Mabel," said Paul, "and I want to help you." "Do you think this can allude to Harry?" she asked; "I mean Mr. Tryon." "Too likely," said Paul; "I won't deny it, because it's clear to my mind that something must be done to save him. Cheer up, Miss Mabel. We will do it if it can be done. There's that old gentleman who takes an interest in Master Harry--his guardian, you call him. I would go to him. He would be the best man to say what can be done, and I am sure he would do it." "Oh! that he would, for I am confident that Harry is innocent. He never would have done anything worthy of death. I will go up to the Admiralty and plead for him; I will tell them who he is. They would never allow him to be executed; or if they will not listen to me, I will go to the King himself. I will plead with his Majesty; he will surely have power to save him." CHAPTER TWENTY TWO. UNEXPECTED EVIDENCE. At an early hour of the day, towards the end of June, two persons on horseback might have been seen proceeding through the New Forest. The sun, just rising, cast his rays amid the boughs of the trees, throwing long shadows over the greensward. Here and there light-footed deer, cropping the dewy grass, started as they heard the footsteps of the horses, and went bounding away farther into the depths of the forest. One of the persons was a young lady mounted on a light, active palfrey; while the other, a tall old man, bestrode a large, strong steed, well capable of bearing his weight. A brace of formidable-looking pistols were stuck in his holsters, while another pair of smaller dimensions were placed in the belt he wore round his waist. In his hand he carried a thick stick, which might have proved no bad substitute for a broadsword. "It was indeed thoughtful of you, Paul," said the young lady, looking round at her companion, without in any way checking the rapid speed at which she was proceeding. "I little expected to mount Beauty again, and could not have accomplished our journey so well, I am sure, on any other horse." "Why, Miss Mabel, do you see, when we had to surrender Stanmore to Old Sleech, I thought to myself, neither he nor any of his young cubs shall ever mount the horse my dear young mistress has ridden; so as soon as it was dark one night, I trotted him off to my good friend Farmer Gilpin, and says I to the farmer, `You take care of this horse, and let no one have him till I come and fetch him away; he's not stolen, and you need not be afraid of the halter. I will pay you for his keep when I fetch him away.' Mr. Sleech, cunning as he is, had not made a list of the horses, so did not miss Beauty; besides, she was yours, and not his, though he would have claimed her; and that's the long and short of my story, Miss Mabel." "Thank you, thank you, indeed," answered Mabel. "Do you think Beauty will get through the journey in a couple of days?"