young chap like that."

"Shut up," said the man they called Captain; "I'm master, not you."

He strode off again, to speak to another man. I heard some one laugh a
little, and then the Captain came back to me. He took me by the throat
as before, and again shook me. "You listen to me," he said,
grimly. "If you breathe so much as one word of what you've seen
to-night--well--I shall know. D'ye hear? I shall know. And when I
know--well--your little neck'll go. There's poetry. That will help you
remember--

'When I know,
Your neck'll go
Like so'"

He gave a sharp little twist of his hand upon my Adam's apple.

I was terrified. I don't know what I said; my tongue seemed to wither
on its stalk. The Captain walked to his horse, and remounted. "Come
along, boys," he said. The line of horses started off again. A hand
fell upon my shoulder, and a voice spoke kindly to me. "See here," it
said, "you go on another half-mile, you'll find a barn by the side of
the road. There's no door on the barn, and you'll see a fire
inside. You'll find your lady there. She is safe all right. You keep
your tongue shut now."

The speaker climbed into his saddle, and trotted off into the
night. "Half a mile. Straight ahead!" he called; then the dull
trampling died away, and I was left alone again with Greylegs. Some