It now became a question what steps were to be taken to follow up those who had so cleverly escaped, temporarily, at all events, from their pursuers. These were, after Coryon himself, the most guilty of the whole atrocious confederacy; and Templemore turned to Monella with a look of inquiry. "What say you," said he, "shall we try whether that door is bullet-proof?" But Monella again laid his hand upon the other's arm, and gazed, as though in expectation, first at Coryon--who was standing out in the centre of the terrace, guarded by two soldiers--and then, from him, to that part of the covered-way nearest to the rocks that ended it. His quick eye had noticed that Coryon seemed as much taken by surprise as all the rest, and that there was, in his face, no trace of that triumphant satisfaction that might have been expected if this manoeuvre of his chief friends had been looked for. Instead, there was a fixed look that was momentarily changing from surprise to terror. Templemore, following Monella's gaze, noted all this--and so did others. A hush fell upon all present; every one looked at Coryon, and, from him, to the length of grated iron screens, over the face of which the branches of the fatal tree were playing with busy sweep, evidently aware, by some unfailing instinct, that there was plenty of prey for them within. And it was now noticed that the larger number of the longer branches had gathered themselves upon that side. Gradually, the look on Coryon's face changed into one of absolute horror, the while he stood staring at the outside of the covered-gallery.