"Shame--shame to doubt the good father!"

"Nay, I do not say that I do; but I would have the secret in as few
men's power as may be. Nevertheless, I thank the good brother. He
called out to me as he saw me about to enter the town, that if I had
any tenderness for my own life, I had best not show myself there; and
he went on to tell me how the Prince was come to his hunting-lodge,
with hawk and hound indeed, but for the following of men rather than
bird or beast."

"And what would you have me do?"

"Be instantly on the way to the coast, ere the search begins; and
there, either for love of Sir Simon the righteous or for that gilt
knife of yours, we may get ferried over to the Isle of Wight, whence-
-But what ails the dog! Whist, Leonillo! Hold your throat: I can
hear naught but your clamour!"

The hound was in fact barking with a tremendous lion-like note; and
when, on reiterated commands from his master and the outlaw, he
changed it for a low continuous growling like distant thunder, a step
and a rustling of the boughs became audible.

"They are upon us already!" cried the boy, snatching up and stringing
his bow.

"Leave me to deal with him!" returned the outlaw. "Off to Alton:
the good father will receive you to sanctuary!"