"I will go with you," cried Amabel. "If any harm should befall him, I should never forgive myself."
"Remember what I told you," rejoined Leonard, sternly; "it depends upon yourself whether he leaves the house alive."
"Heed him not," whispered Gregory. "I and my comrade will obey no one but you."
Amabel could not repress an exclamation of surprise.
"What are you muttering, sirrah?" demanded Leonard, angrily.
"Only that the young lady may depend on our fidelity," replied Gregory. "There can be no offence in that. Come with us," he whispered to Amabel.
The latter part of his speech escaped Leonard, but the tone in which it was uttered was so significant, that Amabel, who began to entertain new suspicions, hesitated.
"You must come," said Leonard, seizing her hand.
"The fault be his, not mine," murmured Amabel, as she suffered herself to be drawn along.
The party then proceeded noiselessly towards the yard. On the way, Amabel felt a slight pressure on her arm, but, afraid of alarming Leonard, she made no remark.