Manners. "Sure I am he can ride no longer. We rode hard here, and well
I trow his wound--"

"Stay not for me," interrupted Manners. "This is precious time. I
command you to hasten or it will be too late, for when De la Zouch
discovers I am gone, he will certainly remove her to another place."

"We will," enthusiastically shouted Sir George, and in the twinkling
of an eye he seized hold of the alarm-bell rope and in an instant
awakened the tired sleepers of the neighbourhood by its clang.

"And thou art his page," said Stanley. "Thou wilt show us the way."

"Aye, that I will an it please you, my lord, but I will never return
to him."

"Meg, we are off," exclaimed Sir Thomas to his betrothed, who had
hastily descended from her own room, startled at the unusual noise
in the courtyard at that early hour. "We are going to bring Dorothy
back."'

"Where is she?"

"At Ashby Castle, so Master Manners saith," he replied. "You will go
with us, I hope," he added, turning round to the esquire. "You will
want to revenge yourself."

"I will avenge her, yes;" he responded, not heeding the convert sneer,
"that I will right heartily."