CHAPTER II - A SKIRMISH IN THE DARK––––––––
Thoroughly drenched and chilled, the two adventurers returned to their position in the gorse.
“I pray Heaven that Capper make good speed!” said d**k. “I vow a candle to St. Mary of Shoreby if he come before the hour!”
“Y’ are in a hurry, Master d**k?” asked Greensheve.
“Ay, good fellow,” answered d**k; “for in that house lieth my lady, whom I love, and who should these be that lie about her secretly by night? Unfriends, for sure!”
“Well,” returned Greensheve, “an John come speedily, we shall give a good account of them. They are not two score at the outside—I judge so by the spacing of their sentries—and, taken where they are, lying so widely, one score would scatter them like sparrows. And yet, Master d**k, an she be in Sir Daniel’s power a
