"Pledge me in this cup of wine that you will protect the good old oak," cried Charles, drinking from the cup which he had just before filled, and handing it to William Penderel, who received it on his knees with the utmost respect.
"I pledge myself to preserve the royal oak, so far as lies in my power," he said, placing the cup to his lips.
When he had finished, each of his brothers knelt down, and drank the pledge solemnly.
"Your majesty may depend that the royal oak will be well protected," cried Joan.
"I doubt it not," said Charles. "Now tell me what you have done with the prisoner?" he added to Trusty Dick.
"We took him to Rock Coppice in Chillington Park," replied Dick, "and forced him to descend into a deep dry pit, from which he will find some difficulty in getting out."
"But he may know you again?" said Charles.
"No fear of that," said John. "We didn't remove the bandage from his eyes, and disguised our voices. Here are his pistols."
"Give them to me," said William. "I may need them. I shall keep watch throughout the night."
"John and I will remain here likewise to relieve guard," said Dick; "so that his majesty may rest securely."