cussing these, he was attracted by the discourse of the landlord, who was conversing with his guests about the conspiracy.

'I hear that all the Papists are to be hanged, drawn, and quartered,' cried the host; and if it be true, as I have heard, that this plot is their contrivance, they deserve it. I hope I have no believer in that faith-no recusant in my house.'

'Don't insult us by any such suspicion,' cried one of the guests. 'We are all loyal men-all good Protestants.'

'Do you know whether the conspirators have been discovered, sir?' asked the host of Catesby.

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'I do not even know of the plot,' replied the other. What was its object?'

'What is its object?' cried the host.

You will scarcely credit me when I tell you. I tremble to speak of it. Its object was to blow up the Parliament House, and the King and all the nobles and prelates of the land along with it.'

Horrible!' exclaimed the guests.

'But how do you know it is a scheme of the Papists?' asked Catesby.

'Because I have been told so,' rejoined the host. But who else could devise such a monstrous plan? It would never enter into the head or heart of a Protestant to conceive so detestable an action. We love our King too well for that, and would shed the last drop of our blood rather than a hair of his head should be injured. But these priest-ridden Papists think otherwise. They regard him as a usurper; and having received a dispensation from the Pope to that effect, fancy it to be a pious act to remove him. There will be no tranquillity in the kingdom while one of them is left alive; and I hope his Majesty will take advantage of the present ferment to order a general massacre of them, like that of the poor Protestants on Saint Bartholomew's day in Paris.'

'Ay,—massacre them,' cried the guests, 'that's the way. Burn their houses, and cut their throats. Will it be lawful to do so without further authority, mine host? If so, we will set about it immediately.'

'I cannot resolve you on that point,' replied the landlord. 'You had better wait a short time. I dare say their slaughter will be publicly commanded.'

'Heaven grant it may be so!' cried one of the guests, 'I will bear my part in the business.'

Catesby arose, paid his reckoning, and strode out of the tavern. 'Do you know, mine host,' said the guest who had last spoken, 'I half suspect that tall fellow, who has just left us, is a Papist.' 'Perhaps a conspirator,' said another.

'Let us watch him,' cried a third.

'Stay,' cried the host, he has paid me double my reckon

ing. I believe him to be an honest man, and a good Protestant.'

What you say confirms my suspicions,' rejoined the first speaker. 'We will follow him.'

On reaching Temple Bar, Catesby found the gates closed, and a guard stationed at them, no one being allowed to pass through without examination. Not willing to expose himself to this scrutiny, Catesby turned away, and in doing so perceived three of the persons he had just left in the tavern. The expression of their countenances satisfied him they were dogging him; but affecting not to perceive it, he retraced his steps, gradually quickening his pace, until he reached a narrow street leading into Whitefriars, down which he darted. The moment his pursuers saw this, they hurried after him, shouting, 'A Papist-a Papist!-a conspirator!'

But Catesby was now safe. Claiming the protection of certain Alsatians who were lounging at the door of a tavern, and offering to reward them, they instantly drew their swords, and drove the others away; while Catesby, tossing a few pieces of money to his preservers, passed through a small doorway into the Temple, and making the best of his way to the stairs, leapt into a boat, and ordered the waterman to row to Westminster. The man obeyed, and plying his oars, soon gained the middle of the stream. Little way, however, had been made, when Catesby descried a large wherry, manned by several rowers, swiftly approaching them, and instinctively comprehending whom it contained, ordered the man to rest on his oars till it had passed.

In a few moments the wherry approached them. It was filled with serjeants of the guard and halberdiers, in the midst of whom sat Guy Fawkes. Catesby could not resist the impulse that prompted him to rise, and the movement attracted the attention of the prisoner. The momentary glance they exchanged convinced Catesby that Fawkes perceived him, though his motionless features gave no token of recognition, and he immediately afterwards fixed his eyes towards heaven, as if to intimate at least Catesby so construed the gesture, that his earthly career was well-nigh ended. Heaving a deep sigh, Catesby watched the wherry sweep on towards the Tower-its fatal destination-until it was lost to view. All is over, I fear, with the bravest of our band,' he thought, as he tracked his course; but some effort must be made to save him. At all events, we will die sword in hand, and like soldiers, and not as common malefactors.'

Abandoning his intention of proceeding to Westminster, he desired the man to pull ashore, and landing at Arundel Stairs, hastened to the Strand. Here he found large crowds collected,

the shops closed, and business completely at a stand. Nothing was talked of but the conspiracy, and the most exaggerated and extraordinary accounts of it were circulated and believed. Some would have it that the Parliament House was already blown up, and that the city of London itself had been set fire to in several places by the Papists. It was also stated that numerous arrests had taken place, and it was certain that the houses of several Catholic nobles and wealthy gentlemen had been searched. To such a height was the popular indignation raised, that it required the utmost efforts of the soldiery to prevent the mob from breaking into these houses, and using violence towards their inmates.

Every gate and avenue to the palace was strictly guarded, and troops of horse were continually scouring the streets. Sentinels were placed before suspected houses, and no one was suffered to en. ter them, or to go forth without special permission. Detachments of soldiery were also stationed at the end of all the main thoroughfares. Bars were thrown across the smaller streets and outlets, and proclamation was made that no one was to quit the city, however urgent his business, for three days.

On hearing this announcement, Catesby saw at once that if he did not effect his escape immediately, it would be impracticable. Accordingly, he hurried towards Charing Cross, and turning up Saint Martin's Lane, at the back of the King's Mews, contrived to elude the vigilance of the guard, and speeded along the lane, - for it was then literally so, and surrounded on either side by high hedges, until he came to Saint Giles's, -- at this time nothing more than a few scattered houses intermixed with trees. Here he encountered a man mounted on a powerful steed, and seeing this person look hard at him, would have drawn out of the way, if the other had not addressed him by name. He then regarded the equestrian more narrowly, and found it was Martin Heydocke.

'I have heard what has happened, Mr. Catesby,' said Martin, ' and can imagine the desperate strait in which you must be placed. Take my horse, — it may aid your flight. I was sent to London by my master, Mr. Humphrey Chetham, to bring him intelligence of the result of your attempt, and I am sure I am acting in accordance with his wishes in rendering you such a service. At all events I will risk it. Mount, sir, mount, and make the best of your way hence.'

Catesby needed no further exhortation, but springing into the saddle, hastily murmured his thanks, and striking into a lane on the right, rode off at a swift pace towards Highgate.

On reaching the brow of this beautiful hill, he drew in the

bridle for a moment, and gazed towards the city he had just quitted. Dark and bitter were his thoughts as he fixed his eye upon Westminster Abbey, and fancied he could discern the neighbouring pile, whose destruction he had meditated. Remembering that from this very spot, when he had last approached the capital, in company with Guy Fawkes and Viviana Radcliffe, he had looked in the same direction, he could not help contrasting his present sensations with those he had then experienced. At that time, he was full of ardour, and confident of success. Now, all was lost to him, and he was anxious for little more than self-preservation. Involuntarily, his eye wandered along the great city, until passing over the mighty fabric of Saint Paul's, it settled upon the Tower,-upon the place of Guy Fawkes's captivity. 'And can nothing be done for his deliverance?' sighed Catesby, as he turned away, his eyes filling with moisture:-'must that brave soldier die the death of a felon-must he be subjected to the torture-horror! If he had died defending himself, I should scarcely have pitied him. And if he had destroyed himself, together with his foes, as he resolved to do, I should have envied him. But the idea of what he will have to suffer in that dreadful place-nay, what he is now, perhaps, suffering-makes the life-blood curdle in my veins. I will never fall alive into their hands.'

With this resolve, he struck spurs into his steed, and, urging him to a swift pace, dashed rapidly forward. He had ridden more than a mile, when hearing shouts behind him, he perceived two troopers galloping after him as fast as their horses could carry them. They shouted to him to stay, and as they were better mounted than he was, it was evident they would soon come up with him. Determined, however, to adhere to the resolution he had just formed, and not to yield himself with life, he prepared for a conflict, and suddenly halting, he concealed a petronel beneath his cloak, and waited till his foes drew near.

'I command you in the King's name to surrender,' said the foremost trooper, riding up. 'You are a rebel and a traitor.'

'Be this my answer,' replied Catesby, aiming at the man, and firing with such certainty, that he fell from his horse mortally wounded. Unsheathing his sword, he then prepared to attack the other trooper. But, terrified at the fate of his comrade, the man turned his horse's head, and rode off.

Without bestowing a thought on the dying man, who lay groaning in the mire, Catesby caught hold of the bridle of his horse, and satisfied that the animal was better than his own, mounted him, and proceeded at the same headlong pace as before.

In a short time he reached Finchley, where several persons rushed from their dwellings to inquire whether he brought any intelligence of the plot, rumours of which had already reached them. Without stopping, Catesby replied that most important discoveries had been

made, and that he was carrying despatches from the King to Northampton. No opposition was, therefore, offered him, and he soon left all traces of habitation behind him. Urging his horse to its utmost, he arrived, in less than a quarter of an hour, at Chipping Barnet. Here the same inquiries were made as at Finchley, and returning the same answer, for he never relaxed his speed for a moment-he pursued his course.

In less than three-quarters of an hour after this, he arrived at Saint Albans, and proceeding direct to the post-house, asked for a horse. But instead of complying with the request, the landlord of the Rose and Crown-such was the name of the hotel-instantly withdrew, and returned the next moment with an officer, who desired to speak with Catesby before he proceeded further. The latter, however, took no notice of the demand, but rode of.

The clatter of horses' hoofs behind him soon convinced him he was again pursued, and he was just beginning to consider in what way he should make a second defence, when he observed two horse. men cross a lane on the left, and make for the main road. His situ ation now appeared highly perilous, especially as his pursuers, who had noticed the other horsemen at the same time as himself, shouted to them. But he was speedily relieved. These persons, instead of stopping, accelerated their pace, and appeared as anxious as he was to avoid those behind him.

They were now within a short distance of Dunstable, and were ascending the lovely downs which lie on the London side of this ancient town, when one of the horsemen in front chancing to turn round, Catesby perceived it was Rookwood. Overjoyed at the discovery, he shouted to him at the top of his voice; and the other, who, it presently appeared, was accompanied by Keyes, instantly stopped. In a few seconds, Catesby was by their side, and a rapid explanation taking place, they all three drew up in order of battle.

By this time, their pursuers had arrived within a hundred yards of them, and seeing how matters stood, and not willing to hazard an engagement, after a brief consultation, retired. The three friends then pursued their route, passed through Dunstable, and without pausing a moment on the road, soon neared Fenny Stratford. Just before they arrived at this place, Catesby's horse fell from exhaustion. Instantly extricating himself from the fallen animal, he ran by the side of his companions till they got to the town, where Rookwood, who had placed relays on the road, changed his horse, and the others were fortunate enough to procure fresh steeds.

Proceeding with unabated impetuosity, they soon cleared a few more miles, and had just left Stoney Stratford behind them, when they overtook a solitary horseman, who proved to be John Wright, and a little further on they came up with Percy, and Christopher Wright.

Though their numbers were thus increased, they did not consider