"The end has come," said Neale and Cornwaleys in a breath. Then to their dismay, they saw the door of a cottage open and a young man dash out half-clad, but with a loaded pistol in his hand. "Who cried for help?" "I, the sheriff! I hold an order from Governor Brent to arrest this man, and I call upon you as a good citizen of Maryland to come to my aid." Ingle by this time had got his back against a tree, and stood there waving his dagger and calling to his foes to come on if they dared. "I am no citizen of Maryland," said Romney Huntoon; "I come from Virginia, but I've no objection to bearing a hand in the arrest of this man, for I heard his traitorous ranting, and I vowed then to do him a bad turn if ever it came in my way." "Your chance is come," muttered the sheriff. "Do you stand here and cover him with your pistol, and I will go round behind the tree and try if I may not bind him where he stands. Ingle," he added, turning to the other, "if you move you are a dead man." "_Hold! in the King's name!_" The three men started as if a cannon had exploded in their midst. The surprise even sobered Ingle. He looked up in speechless amazement as Councillor Neale and Captain Cornwaleys strode up, and with all the double weight of civil and military authority called out to Ingle to surrender. Seeing his position desperate he sullenly obeyed. "March in front," commanded Cornwaleys. "Ellyson, do you walk beside him. Master Huntoon, if you will favor us with your company and your weapons, you will oblige us by your escort down the road as far as the wharf where _The Reformation_ lies." "_The Reformation?_" exclaimed Huntoon. "I said so, I think," answered Cornwaleys. "But--but--you do not understand," stammered Ellyson; "I am acting by Governor Brent's command. I am by no means to lose sight of the prisoner until further commands from him." "You have fulfilled your commission," said Neale, "and stand discharged of all responsibility. Master Huntoon, I charge you take notice that Sheriff Ellyson is hereby relieved of all blame in this matter, whatever the outcome, and that I do hereby take upon myself all the burden of Governor Brent's displeasure if such there be." "The Councillor has spoken," said Cornwaleys, "and with my approbation. Forward, march!" The walk down the hill to the wharf was covered in perfect silence. Ingle walked between Ellyson and Cornwaleys, able to keep his feet with occasional support from his escort. As the men halted on the wharf, Neale stepped forward. "Richard Ingle," said he, "are you drunk or sober?" "Sober enough, as you shall some day learn that have put this affront upon me." "Then listen and give heed to the words I speak. Because of your treasonable talk, your ill conduct, and your disturbance of the peace, you do richly deserve the most that the laws of Maryland could pronounce as your punishment." "Ay, that he does!" murmured Huntoon.