"It was you who shot the arrow?"
"Yes."
"Are you a leader, Oakley?"
"I was a leader," returned Oakley, gloomily.
"It was well that I was here to recognize your writing."
"Where there is a will there is a way, steward, and I should have found means of getting revenge even if you had kept safe at Sudley."
"Is it for revenge, Oakley, or for gold?"
"I tell you Master Calverley, it is revenge," said Black Jack, stopping short, as they were crossing the court-yard, "It is revenge! When I joined the commons I swore I would not betray them, and I would not—betray them for gold did you say?—listen—I had gold—aye gold enough, to have kept me an honest man all the days of my life, after this rising, and that—that blacksmith, who killed the baron's retainer—"
"Turner! what of him?"
But Oakley went on without heeding the interruption. "What was it to the knave whether I or the flames had them—and to be cuffed and threatened!—but the gibbet shall not be cheated of him. Do you know they threw Harvey into the flames—I heard the shrieks of the wretch, but I could not help him, though I knew my treasure was burning with him! for I was crawling, all but suffocated, and seeking for an outlet towards the river. I heard the cry, but for an instant, and then nothing, through the long passage but the rush and the roar of the flames."