"I am afraid not, Miss Mabel," answered Paul. "I would advise you to sleep twice on the road, and then you will get in fresh the third day, and be able at once to go to Mr. Thornborough's. He was a friend of the colonel, I know, and from what you tell me, I am sure he will give you as much assistance as anybody." Madame Everard, when she heard the dangerous situation in which Harry Tryon was placed, could not bring herself to refuse Mabel's wish to set off immediately to try what could be done to assist him. She, however, had advised her going at once to her godfather, Mr. Thornborough, who, being a man of influence, and possessing great knowledge of the world, was able to render her more help than Mr. Kyffin could. She had, however, wisely written to Harry's guardian, telling him what she knew, and also her purpose of going to the house of Mr. Thornborough. She was too anxious to speak much during her ride. From the rapid rate at which she proceeded it was evident that she knew the road thoroughly, as she had never even to ask her companion which way to take. The two travellers had nearly reached the confines of the forest, when suddenly she came upon a large party of men, surrounding several light waggons. They were sitting on the ground with bottles and provisions near them, while their horses stood tethered at green spots close at hand. On being suddenly surprised by Mabel and old Paul, several of them started up and seized their bridles. Paul's stick was instantly raised in the air, as if about to come down on the heads of his assailants. "Avast there, mate!" sung out one of the men, "we're not going to ill-treat you if you behave peaceably, but we want to know where you and the young lady are going." "Oh, pray let us go!" exclaimed Mabel; "we are simply going to London on a matter of great importance, and whoever you are we cannot do you any harm." "Well, young lady, that may be true enough," answered one of the men; "but you must just come and have a word with our captain. If he has no objection, we don't want to keep you." "Pray let him come and see us immediately," said Mabel; "we are anxious to be liberated without delay." The men, without heeding her request, led her horse and that of Paul a little distance on one side, where, seated on the grass, enjoying a long pipe, with a book at his elbow, and a cup of coffee before him, was a person whose appearance betokened nothing of the smuggler or brigand. As soon as he saw Mabel he started up, and inquired if he could be of any service to her. She told him of the interruption she and her attendant had received, and begged that she might be no longer detained. "Yes, sir, I say it's a great shame, and times are very bad when a young lady like Miss Everard, with her attendant, cannot ride through the forest without being stopped by a gang of smugglers."