HARRY DRIVEN FROM THE GRANGE.
Harry started in blank astonishment.
"Marry then, where am I to tarry?" he said.
"That I know not; but traitors cannot abide under this honest roof, that has never sheltered any but true and loyal men since it was raised by Roger Drury ninety years ago."
"But, my father——"
"Call me not by that name," interrupted the old man, "unless you are ready to return, and willing to do true and loyal service to your King and country."
"My country I am willing to serve; but, my father, this King is trying to enslave it," said Harry, earnestly.
"Prithee! what will you say next? But hold, I am not here to banter words with you. Will you enter the King's service, and fight his battles under Prince Rupert?" demanded Master Drury.
"Serve under that Prince of Plunderers?—never!" said Harry, in a determined tone.