"Hark!" she cried.
He listened and distant cries coming nearer through the night were borne to his ears.
"What's that?" Rebecca exclaimed again.
Rigid with excitement and dread, they stood there listening. At length Droop pulled himself free of Rebecca's hold.
"That's some o' them palace folks chasin' after me!" he cried, in a panic.
"Fiddle-dee-dee!" Rebecca exclaimed, with energy. "How should they know where you are?"
By this time the sounds were more distinct, and they could easily make out cries of: "Traitor! Stop him! For the Queen! Stop him!"
The two listeners had just mentally concluded that this alarm did not in any wise concern them when Rebecca was startled beyond measure to hear her sister Phœbe's voice, loud above all other sounds.
"Nay—nay, Guy!" she was screaming. "Stop not to fight! Fly—follow! Shelter is here at hand!"
Forgetting everything but possible danger for Phœbe, Rebecca dashed out from under the trees.