"What shall we do?" asked Ben Davies. "To whom shall we address ourselves to gain admittance?"
"Oh, it will be quite easy!" said Agnes, who was still in her peasant's dress. "I must know if Patience is here. If she is not, then perhaps Martha will be."
Even as she spoke, Martha's portly figure came through the gate out into the street. She was accompanied by Peter Kemp, to whom she was saying in a loud voice, hugging a book of prayers in her arms:
"Indeed, if ye have never prayed before, it would be well if ye did so now. Come along with me."
Peter looked somewhat sheepish, but he had no time to answer, for Agnes sprang forward, exclaiming:
"Martha, Martha, take me to Aunt Patience!"
"Ah, my lamb!" said Martha, "where have you sprung from?"
"Oh, never mind that, never mind anything!" said Agnes; "only take me to Aunt Patience." And she clung to the woman.
"I'll take you fast enough," said Martha, tears rolling down her face. "Maybe it will be the saving of her." And she turned back, holding Agnes's hand tightly in hers.
They heard a scuffling behind them, and, looking round, they saw the guards driving back Ben Davies and his wife.