In another minute his feet were at their hands. They seized him ere he touched the ground, and all three clung together in one embrace.
“Hush! away in silence, dear one.”
They stole along the shadow of the wall.
Now, ere they had gone many yards, suddenly a stream of light shot from an angle of the building, and lay across their path like a barrier of fire, and they heard whispers and footsteps close at hand.
“Back!” hissed Martin. “Keep in the shade.”
They hurried back, passed the dangling rope, and made for a little square projecting tower. They had barely rounded it when the light shot trembling past them, and flickered uncertainly into the distance.
“A lantern!” groaned Martin in a whisper. “They are after us.”
“Give me my knife,” whispered Gerard. “I'll never be taken alive.”
“No, no!” murmured Margaret; “is there no way out where we are?”
“None! none! But I carry six lives at my shoulder;” and with the word, Martin strung his bow, and fitted an arrow to the string: “in war never wait to be struck: I will kill one or two ere they shall know where their death comes from:” then, motioning his companions to be quiet he began to draw his bow, and, ere the arrow was quite drawn to the head, he glided round the corner ready to loose the string the moment the enemy should offer a mark.