They had scarce turned the corner of the street, when several men appeared at the other extremity. They were Red Cedar and his confederates. On arriving in front of the house they stopped: all the windows were in the deepest obscurity.
"Which is the girl's room?" the squatter asked in a whisper.
"This one," Nathan said, as he pointed to it.
Red Cedar crawled up to the house, drove his dagger into the wall, raised himself to the window, and placed his face against a pane.
"All is well! She sleeps!" he said, when he came down. "You, Fray Ambrosio, to one corner of the street; you, Garote, to the other, and do not let me be surprised."
The monk and the gambusino went to their allotted posts. When Red Cedar was alone with his son he bent and whispered in his ear—
"What did you do with your brother after stabbing him?"
"I left him on the spot where he fell."
"Where was that?"
"Just where we now stand."