"Yes; Judas's reward, maybe, who sold his Master," said the indomitable clerk, much diverted by his own talents for tormenting. "Hold—I bethink me thou mayest claim the earl's linsey-woolsey gown and petticoats."
A loud laugh proclaimed that he had fully appreciated his own wit; though the stranger made no comments thereon.
"To-night, thou sayest, a boat will be in readiness, one hour before midnight and by the mayor's orders?"
"Yes; arrangements will be made, and soon after daylight we shall have our prisoner safe aboard the king's cruiser," replied the stranger, "for I know her bearing to a league."
"Thou wilt with us then?"
"Why, ay, if they will grant me a free passage. I would fain see him safe at head-quarters."
"I know not but thou art right; though, rest thee satisfied, he shall be sufficiently guarded."
The worthies here separated—one to his indictments and his desk, the other to gloat on the mischief he had either committed or prevented.
About an hour before midnight a heavy jarring sound announced to the prisoner that the time was at hand for his departure.
"Quick—quick, sir," said the jailer; "the mayor and his posse will see you safe aboard."