She paused a while, expecting the master of the house to respond; but as he did not do so, she opened the casement and asked who caused the disturbance.
'We want Job Rattenbury,' was the imperious reply.
'He is abed, asleep.'
'Open the door.'
'I will call him—the house is his, not mine.'
'The fox is awake, never doubt.'
'Who are you?'
'King's service men. Now will you unbar?'
'I will call the master. You must have patience till I slip into my clothes, and can light a candle.'
Some words were whispered outside the house, and in obedience to orders a couple of men went about the cottage to guard the back.