"I am content," replied Ezra. "But I have little faith that thou wilt find him thou seekest."
This discourse reached those above.
"There are but two of them, sire," remarked Careless to the king. "Shall we descend and attack them?"
"Not so," replied Charles. "Let this fellow come up if he will. We can hurl him down on his comrade's head."
It now became evident from the noise that Madmannah was climbing the tree.
"Give me thy dagger," said the king. "I will deal with him."
Careless obeyed, but held himself in readiness to assist the king.
As Madmannah entered the thick part of the tree, where he was concealed from his comrade's view, he was suddenly seized with an iron grasp by the king, who placed the dagger at his throat.
"Utter a word, and thou art a dead man," said Charles, in a deep whisper.