“But they will not hang him here in the village. Most likely they will take him to the nearest large town, perhaps to London, for all I know.”
“I wish they would take him to London,” said Ned, with a smile.
“Indeed! And what then, pray?”
“Why, I would arm and lead on a party of gallant youths. We would soon beat back the soldiers.”
While they were speaking thus, a servant announced that a stranger had arrived at the Hall.
“His name?”
“Mr. Phillip Redgill, sir.”
“Show him up; he is no stranger; he is a relation. Show him up.”
The knight seemed pleased at the unexpected coming of his nephew.
Phillip soon entered.