"Then I shall put you in a safe place."
The man was longing to assert his authority, but the bearing of the prisoner thoroughly cowed him, and he felt helplessly bound to be more civil to him than he wished.
"And what about this lady?" asked Manners.
"Sir Henry's instructions apply equally to her as to you," he replied.
"If she is treated ill you shall answer for it," said Manners, fiercely, "so I bid you look to it that you treat her well."
"Teach me not," Simon hastily broke in. "I know what is expected of me, and, mark me, I shall do it. Captives ought not to be too conceited, mark that, too, an it please you."
"Enough, sirrah, cease thy prating. I am no fool."
"Take him away; take him to the old dungeon," cried Simon, whose wrath was fast gaining mastery over him; "and mind you double lock the door."
"The dungeon!" shrieked Dorothy. "No, not the dungeon."
Manners looked round, but there was no chance of escape, nor would he have cared to have left Dorothy in such a position, even had the way been clear.