"To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. ’ ‘Militia, miss,’ Kimble corrected her. Having no means of defence, Sir Rowland cleared the blood from his vision; and, turning to see whether there was any means of escape, he descried the open door behind him leading to the Well Hole, and instantly darted through it. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest. "Before to- morrow night that boy shall join his father. If by any chance I have made a mistake a word will bring me to you. CHAPTER XIV Ruth lost the point entirely.
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