concealed; no thickets which may cover both man and horse?
Peradventure thou mayest point out the very spot where this man
Charles may be hidden?"

"I do know one dell, within a mile of Arnwood," replied James
Southwold, "which might cover double our troop from the eyes of the
most wary."

"We will ride there, then," replied the leader. "Arnwood, sayest thou?
is not that the property of the Malignant Cavalier Beverley, who was
shot down at Naseby?"

"Even so," replied Southwold; "and many is the time--that is, in the
olden time, before I was regenerated--many is the day of revelry that
I have passed there; many the cup of good ale that I have quaffed."

"And thou shalt quaff it again," replied the leader. "Good ale was not
intended only for Malignants, but for those who serve diligently.
After we have examined the dell which thou speakest of, we will direct
our horses' heads toward Arnwood."

"Who knows but what the man Charles may be concealed in the
Malignant's house?" observed another.

"In the day I should say no," replied the leader; "but in the night
the Cavaliers like to have a roof over their heads; and, therefore, at
night, and not before, will we proceed thither."

"I have searched many of their abodes," observed another, "but search
is almost in vain. What with their spring panels, and secret doors,