The more Jacob thought of the peril in which Harry was placed, the more anxious he became about him. He had already seen many unhappy men run up at the yard-arms of their respective ships in consequence of their active participation in the dangerous mutiny lately quelled, and he could not help feeling that Harry Tryon might be among the next victims. Many of them were young men, strong, active, intelligent fellows, misled by designing knaves. It is especially painful to see such men, who, though criminal, differ greatly from ordinary culprits, suddenly launched into eternity. Such has been the fate demanded by stern justice of many fine seamen, and undoubtedly those executions had struck a wholesome terror into the minds of British seamen generally. From that day forward no mutiny of any consequence has ever occurred in the British fleet. At length the numerous towers of Windsor's proud castle were seen by the travellers. Mabel's heart beat even quicker than before as the carriage dashed on. At length they reached the foot of the ascent which leads to the terrace. On one side were the walls of the castle, on the other stretched away the greensward, the wide-spreading trees, and the long glades of Windsor forest. Along the terrace were scattered numerous groups of persons, some standing on either side, others walking slowly up and down in conversation, now bowing to those they passed, now stopping to speak a few words to acquaintances. Below, the park was crowded with persons of every degree, all of them in gala costume. The eyes of the greater number turned frequently up towards the terrace, where some object especially attracted their attention. Mistress Barbara and Mabel, with Mr. Kyffin, had no difficulty in passing the guards, but their attendants were stopped and told that they could not be admitted on the terrace. "Oh, but we want them especially to come; it is a matter of greatest importance," exclaimed Mabel. "We want them to see the King." "What is it? who do you want to see?" said a middle-aged gentleman, stepping forward from among several younger people by whom he was surrounded. "The King," answered Mabel, advancing. "Your Majesty--it is yourself!" she added, looking up and discovering that she was in the presence of George the Third, who, with several of his own family and three or four of his favourite courtiers and visitors, had just reached the end of the terrace. "Ah! surely I have seen your face, young lady," said the King, in his kind, gentle way. "Tell me all about it." "I had the honour of seeing your Majesty at Stanmore, the house of my uncle, Colonel Everard," answered Mabel, "when your Majesty was last there." "Ah, yes, and I never forget a face," said the King; "and how is your uncle?--he is an old friend of mine." "He has been called hence, your Majesty," answered Mabel; "he is dead."