“Well, well, you may ask what you will, but I shall not grant such a request. You shall be reasonably paid for your services, and must content yourself with that.”
Then the Puritan’s wrath burst forth. “Shame on thee for a promise-breaker! Dost think I served thee in this matter for filthy lucre? Nay, but to avenge the cause of truth, to save the land from the curse of those that break not down the high places, that destroy not the graven images!”
He walked a few paces from the group and stood silently watching Hilary, who had again forced her way to her lover. Clinging to Gabriel, she sobbed, pitifully, while he whispered in her ear words of love and comfort.
“Hearken, Mistress Hilary,” said Norton, striding across towards them, “with one word you can save Captain Harford’s life.”
“What must I do?” sobbed Hilary.
“Only promise to be mine,” he said, his eager eyes scanning her intently.
“I cannot!” she replied, clinging closer to Gabriel.
“Very well,” said Norton, with a shrug of the shoulders. “Sergeant, proceed!”
Hilary looked round at him in terrible agitation—then turned again to Gabriel, “What am I to do?” she cried, wildly.
“Dear heart!” he said, quietly, “remember what we agreed. Cost what it may—be true!”