“Did you hit him?”
“Didn’t see any one, sir. I tried to give the alarm.”
“There’s a fellow somewhere about. He got in at my window.”
“Nobody came down this way, sir.”
“Have a good hunt. Get more lights,” shouted Wyatt, as the corporal of the guard bore a lantern out into the courtyard and held it up.
“Hush! listen!” cried Wyatt; but there was not a sound, and he turned to whisper to his companion, “Sure you weren’t dreaming, Dick?”
“Certain. I had him fast, but he was like a snake.”
“But you may have been walking in your sleep.”
“No, no! Nearly every thing is torn off me.”
“Yes; but that may have been in your struggle with the boys.”