"Oh, but I am putting you in such a false position. Your servants will be finding out that you have got me hidden here." "They'd better!" cried Waller hotly. "What business is it of theirs? I am only answerable to my father." "And what will he say to you when he knows what you have done?" "What will he say?" cried Waller enthusiastically. "He'll say--he'll say--I don't know what," and the boy stopped short. Another day elapsed, and Waller was chatting eagerly with his prisoner, and planning with him that they should steal out as soon as it was dusk, and go and have a ramble in the woods. "But it will be dark," said Boyne wearily. "There," cried Waller, "you are speaking as dumpily as you did when we first met. That means that you ought to be out in the fresh air. Of course it will be dark. No, it won't, because there will be some moon to-night; and if it were dark it wouldn't matter. There's always something to hear, with the creatures in the forest hunting--owls, and stoats, and all sorts of night things. Why, I can find my way anywhere nearly in the forest of a night. You don't know what fun it is till you get out there. I have been out with Bunny Wrigg sometimes when he has been setting night-lines in the old hammer pond, and catching big eels, and sometimes wild ducks, and--Pst! Someone coming!" "Master Waller, are you upstairs?" came from below; and the boy pressed his finger on his lips and took a little saw from where it was hanging against the wall, put it down noisily, and picked up a hammer from where it lay upon a bench-like table. The next moment he was tapping a box softly, as if he were driving in a nail, while the uncarpeted stairs leading to the attic creaked, and the light step of the girl was heard coming towards the door. Next moment she was knocking sharply. "Master Waller! Master Waller!" she cried excitedly. "You must come down directly; you are wanted." "Eh?" cried the boy. "Who wants me?" "There's Tony Gusset, sir, Martha's brother, and he's come along with six soldiers." Waller sprang from his seat, striking the table a heavy blow with the hammer in his excitement as he rose, while his companion, who had followed the example, took a couple of steps towards the open dormer window, and stood there with his lips pinched together and hands clenched. "What do they want?" cried Waller sharply, as he caught his companion by the wrist. "They are coming to search the house, sir." "What?" shouted Waller hoarsely. "Coming to hunt for spies, sir." Waller drew a deep breath as if pulling himself together to face the desperate position, and his companion looked at him wonderingly as he called out, in a voice full of assumed bravado: "Oh, are they! I will come down to see about that!" "Yes, sir, do, please. Martha's in such a way, and she's quarrelling with her brother awful."