"Don't stir," replied Jack. "I will at once convince you of the truth of my assertions, and ascertain whether the enemy really is at hand."
So saying, he advanced towards the window, threw open the sash, and called out in the voice of Thames Darrell, "Who's there?"
He was answered by a shot from a pistol. The ball passed over his head, and lodged in the ceiling.
"I was right," replied Jack, returning as coolly as if nothing had happened. "It is Jonathan. Your uncle—our uncle is with him. I saw them both."
"May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly.
"You may," replied Jack: "I'll fight for you to the last gasp."
"Follow me, then," cried Thames, drawing his sword, and springing through the window.
"To the world's end," answered Jack, darting after him.
"Thames!—Thames!" cried Winifred, rushing to the window. "He will be murdered!—Help!"
"My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back.