corporal crutch, having obtained possession of the coveted note, and seeing nothing more to be gained by remaining at his uncomfortable post, withdrew softly from the garden. stealing into the adjoining coppice, he seated himself beneath the shady trees, mopped his brow and proceeded to decipher the letter, pausing occasionally to chuckle slyly and congratulate himself upon the unexpected success of his espionage.

the letter was written in a bold round hand, and ran as follows:

dear rupert.—thou art indeed the very apostle of rashness, but seeing thou art resolved to venture here to bid cicely farewell, 'twere waste of words to attempt to dissuade thee. yet prithee think no shame to be cautious, for the risk is great; we are much suspected and the house and lanes are closely watched. but to-day i will convey a message to this worthy captain, as from a trusted informant, that it is thine intention to meet me at the lady farm. these troopers swallow any bait; 'twill go hard an they ride not thither on a wild goose chase. as for you, an you come with caution over the hill and down the stream (the boat is moored among the willows at the old place) you will surely escape them. once in the garden thou art safe enough; they dare not show their faces there and they love not the copse at night, deeming it damp,—as assuredly it is,—and haunted,—as doubtless it may be. we will be on the watch for thee, and the old hiding place is ready, an it should be needed. farewell, thou rash and lovelorn fool. thy sister,

barbara.

"ods zooks! here's a prize!" chuckled the corporal, tossing the paper in the air and catching it again in the very ecstacy of delight. "ha, ha! my pretty mistress, thou'lt sing a different tune ere i've done with thee to-night. now what to do? what were best? the captain (curse him) is away to spaxton wi' three o' the men, to search the squire's papers; he'll not be back till nightfall. the better fortune that; i'll see to this business myself, and 'twill go hard an i have not this same 'rash and lovelorn fool' in my safe keeping ere day dawns. now how to work it?" he mused. "it were easier had they but said where the fellow lies. should i set one to follow her messenger, and so discover his hiding-place? yet that were difficult, perchance dangerous; 'tis very like we would but be led astray; these peasants are cursedly untrustworthy, and monstrous shrewd. or post men up the stream, and take him on the road? that, too, were risky. perchance 'twere wiser to watch him into the house, and there trap him. yes, by jupiter!" he muttered excitedly, "trap him and trap them all. two traitors are better than one, and if she be not judged traitor for thus harbouring rebels, may i dance to kirke's music myself. why, 'tis no less than mistress lisle lost her head for last week. yes, it must be so. ah! the pretty fool, wi' her prince of plots. she may plot, ay, and counter-plot, but she'll not out-plot jonathan crutch, i warrant me. but soft, who comes here?"

it was peter drew, the smith, from the village, who strode through the coppice on his way to the manor house. he greeted the corporal with a scowl.

"good-day, fellow," began that worthy. "what do you up here?"

"my lawful business, which is more than you can say," growled the smith, and passed on towards the house.

"hum! so yonder is her messenger," mused the corporal. "well, let him pass, he'll lime our bird for us."

then he arose, and cautiously resuming his post of observation within the laurel bush he tossed the note back into the garden. scarcely had he done so when barbara came down the garden, searching eagerly for the missing paper. presently she espied it where it lay on the lawn, and picking it up she placed it carefully in her pocket and returned to the house, while the corporal chuckled again over his success.

ten minutes later peter drew came into sight round a corner of the building. he led a sturdy pony by the bridle, and his right arm was firmly linked in the arm of the unfortunate hawker, who was helpless in the grip of the powerful smith, and with rage in his heart was forced to walk along apparently on terms of the greatest friendship with his companion. for behind them marched the wolfhound, and the hawker knew that at the least attempt to escape he would be given over at once to the mercy of this relentless foe. they turned in the direction of the smithy and soon disappeared from sight. then all was quiet once more and the corporal, again extricating himself from the sheltering laurel, set off for the village to collect his men and make his dispositions for the evening.

he proceeded with the utmost caution. two of his men he posted on the main road to cannington, where a path turned off over the hill to the river, and two more some distance up the stream, that they might watch and follow sir rupert should he by chance elect not to visit the manor house itself. these he instructed not to interfere with sir rupert, unless he showed signs of scenting a trap, but to allow him to reach his house unmolested. the remainder he ordered to conceal themselves in the plantation near the house, and after dusk at a signal from him quietly to surround the building. he enjoined on all the greatest caution in concealing themselves, and bade them take good note of all who entered or left the mansion, but not to prevent any or show themselves until he gave the signal.

this done he returned to the winslow arms and proceeded to fortify his spirits and strengthen his wits by a hearty meal, thanking his stars the while that captain protheroe's absence gave him the opportunity to direct the operations in his own way.

"if the matter were but left to the captain, there would be but little fear for sir rupert; he hath neither wit nor stomach for such a job. like as not he would have left the women alone, to harbour what rebels they choose. i marvel how he hath already risen so high in favour, save that the general is always easy tempered. if the business had been in my hands alone, the fellow had been laid by the heels long since."

so mused the worthy corporal, as he devoured his dinner and complacently reviewed his crafty proceedings of the morning.

his meal and his meditations were alike presently cut short by the entrance of the host, who announced that a man stood without clamouring for instant permission to speak with the captain, or if that might not be, with the corporal of the troop.

"'tis a most persistent fellow. he saith he hath information of great moment for your honour, but i'll not vouch for the truth of it; he is a pedlar by trade, and such have ever glib tongues," continued the host with some scorn.

the corporal started on hearing the man's message; but remembering that a part of mistress barbara's plan was to send a messenger to the captain he smiled cunningly and ordered that the pedlar be instantly admitted.

"'tis some traitorous rogue she hath employed, i doubt not," he muttered, "and a daring fellow withal to venture thus into the net. 'twere well that such an one be speedily laid by the heels."

then the door opened and in hurried simon, the pedlar.

breathless and eager, and glancing nervously over his shoulder the while, he ignored the curt greeting of the corporal and broke at once roughly into his story.

"'tis concerning sir rupert winslow," he began. "i have certain information to sell. i know where he lies hid and likewise whither he purposes to ride this very night. an it be not so, you may hang me for a lying rogue. give me my price and i will deliver him over to you within three hours. but first i must see my reward."

had the hawker's mind been in a less agitated condition, had he been less nervous of pursuit and interruption he had assuredly gone about his business in a more cautious manner; but so fearful was he lest even at the eleventh hour he might be prevented from driving his bargain that he failed entirely to note the effect of his words upon the corporal.

as for that self-complacent mortal, ever since the unceremonious entrance of the pedlar whom he instantly recognized as the smith's companion of that morning, his indignation had increased, until at the final rough demand for money, it overflowed in a furious burst of anger. even had he believed the man honest, it is doubtful whether he would have listened long to one so utterly wanting in all the obsequious attentions which he considered due to his dignity, but convinced as he was that the fellow was no more than an impudent impostor, his rage knew no bounds.

springing from his chair, and banging furiously with his fist upon the table he roared at the astonished pedlar, pouring forth upon him such a torrent of abuse and threats that simon was terrified. in vain did the unfortunate pedlar attempt to remonstrate, in vain did he plead that his tale might be put to the proof, the corporal would hear no more, and before he could grasp the reason of this unexpected anger he found himself marched away between two troopers and securely locked into an upper chamber of the inn, where he was left to meditate in solitude upon his second unsuccessful attempt at bargain driving, and to curse the ill fate that had led him so to over-reach himself.

then, with a pleasing sense of duty done and villainy outwitted, the corporal soothed his ruffled feelings with a cooling draught of cider, finished his dinner in peace, and departed once more to take up a position behind his well-tried laurel bush, whence he could survey at once the stream, the lawn, and the entrance to the house itself.

ten minutes after his departure an anonymous note was left at the inn for captain protheroe. the note lay unheeded on the table, but barbara's mission had already been unwittingly fulfilled by the very man who sought to betray her.