d--with Alan Rookwood. They have borne her hence.
Ranulph, you are too late."

"Gone!" cried Ranulph, fiercely springing to his feet. "How escaped
they? There appears to be but one entrance to this vault. I will search
each nook and cranny."

"'Tis vain," replied Mrs. Mowbray. "There is another outlet through yon
cell. By that passage they escaped."

"Too true, too true," shouted Ranulph, who flew to examine the cell.
"And wherefore followed you not?"

"The stone rolled to its mouth, and resisted my efforts. I could not
follow."

"Torture and death! She is lost to me for ever!" cried Ranulph,
bitterly.

"No!" exclaimed Barbara, clutching his arm. "Place your trust in me, and
I will find her for you."

"You!" ejaculated Ranulph.

"Even I," replied Barbara. "Your wrongs shall be righted--my Sybil be
avenged."

_BOOK IV_

_THE RIDE TO YORK_

Then one halloo, boys! one loud cheering halloo!
To the swiftest of coursers, the gallant, the true,
For the sportsman unborn shall the memory bless
Of the horse of the highwayman, bonny Black Bess.

RICHARD TURPIN.

_CHAPTER I_

_THE RENDEZVOUS AT KILBURN_

_Hind._ Drink deep, my brave boys, of the bastinado;
Of stramazons, tinctures, and slie passatas;
Of the carricado, and rare embrocado;
Of blades, and rapier-hilts of surest guard;
Of the Vincentio and Burgundian ward.
Have we not bravely tossed this bombast foil-button?
Win gold and wear gold, boys, 'tis we that merit it.

_Prince of Prigs' Revels._

_An excellent Comedy, replete with various conceits and Tarltonian
mirth._

The present straggling suburb at the north-west of the metropolis, known
as Kilburn, had scarcely been called into existence a century ago, and
an ancient hostel, with a few detached farmhouses, were the sole
habitations to be found in the present populous vicinage. The place of
refreshment for the ruralizing cockney of 1737 was a substantial-looking
tenement of the good old stamp, with great bay windows, and a balcony in
front, bearing as its ensign the jovial visage of the lusty knight, Jack
Falstaff. Shaded by a spreading elm, a circular bench embraced the aged
trunk of the tree, sufficiently tempting, no doubt, to incline the
wanderer on those dusty ways to "rest and b