lf."

"And now, my lads," said the newcomer, "is all right?"

"Right and tight."

"Nothing forgotten?"

"Nothing."

"Then off with your stamps, and on with your list slippers; not a word.
Follow me, and, for your lives, don't move a step but as I direct you.
The word must be, '_Sir Piers Rookwood calls_.' We'll overhaul the swag
here. This crack may make us all for life; and if you'll follow my
directions implicitly, we'll do the trick in style. This slum must be
our rendezvous when all's over; for hark ye, my lads, I'll not budge an
inch till Luke Bradley be set free. He's an old friend, and I always
stick by old friends. I'd do the same for one of you if you were in the
same scrape, so, damn you, no flinching; besides, I owe that
spider-shanked, snivelling split-cause Coates, who stands sentry, a
grudge, and I'll pay him off, as Paul did the Ephesians. You may crop
his ears, or slit his tongue as you would a magpie's, or any other
chattering varmint; make him sign his own testament, or treat him with a
touch of your _Habeas Corpus_ Act, if you think proper, or give him a
taste of blue plumb. One thing only I stipulate, that you don't hurt
that fat, mutton-headed Broganeer, whatever he may say or do; he's a
devilish good fellow. And now to business."

Saying which, they noiselessly departed. But carefully as the door was
closed, Luke's ear could detect the sound. His blood boiled with
indignation; and he experienced what all must have felt who have been
similarly situated, with the will, but not the power, to assist
another--a sensation almost approaching to torture. At this moment a
distant scream burst upon his ears--another--he hesitated no longer.
With all his force he thundered at the door.

"What do you want, rascal?" cried Coates, from without.

"There are robbers in the house."

"Thank you for the information. There is one I know of already."

"Fool, they are in Lady Rookwood's room. Run to her assistance."

"A likely story, and leave you here."

"Do you hear that scream?"

"Eh, what--what's that? I do hear something." Here Luke dashed with all
his force against the door. It yielded to the blow, and he stood before
the astonished attorney.

"Advance a footstep, villain," exclaimed Coates, presenting both his
pistols, "and I lodge a brace of balls in your head."

"Listen to me," said Luke; "the robbers are in Lady Rookwood's
chamber--they will plunder the place of everything--perhaps murder he