“That night a small boat was brought round to the bottom of yonder cliff, where you see the little creak, sir. And in it Fulke and the young lady and their servant were rowed secretly to W—, where a fishing-boat waited to carry them to Ireland. That’s the story, sir.”
“And what became of Morgan?” said I.
“No one heard of him after this affair, sir. And they do say he was punished as a traitor. But whatever the end of him was, he never repented his night’s work at the burning of Fulke Castle.”
Story 12.
Fallen among Thieves.
A Grandfather’s Yarn.
Chapter One.
“When I was a young fellow,” began my grandfather—