"They are in my pouch. I do think the demon hath forgotten to demand them."
"Fear not, he will be ready enough to ask for his own. What comes o'er the devil's back will sooner or later go under his belly!"
"Let us pack and begone," said the Doctor, fearful of losing his treasure.
The box was presently swung over the seer's shoulders, Dee following to keep all safe, though not without many apprehensions and misgivings of heart. He feared lest the spirit might
appear again for his own; or, at least, for the fifty pieces of gold, which were his right.
Just as they came to the gap by the yew-tree, and Bartholomew was resting against the trunk, a voice from behind them shouted—
"Stop!—What make ye here, ye villains?"
Dee turned round and the light flashed upon two armed men, masked, who evidently came towards them with no friendly intent.
"Put down that box," said the foremost.
Bartholomew was proceeding to surrender at discretion, but Dee first inquired their errand.