udon, a French officer
that is concealed here. May I ask where is he?"

I pointed to the bed. The sergeant approached, and by the half-light
could just perceive the glitter of the uniform, as the body lay shaded
by the curtain.

"I arrest you, sir, in the King's name," said he. "Halloo, Kelly! this
is your prisoner, isn't he?"

A head appeared at the door as he spoke; and as the eyes wandered
stealthily round the chamber, I recognized, despite the change of color,
the wretch who led the party at the churchyard.

"Come in, damn ye," said the sergeant, impatiently; "what are you afraid
for? Is this your man? Halloo, sir!" said he, shaking the corpse by the
shoulder.

"You must call even louder yet," said I, while something like the fury
of a fiend was working within me.

"What!" said the sergeant, snatching up the light and holding it within
the bed. He started back in horror as he did so, and called out, "He is
dead!"

Kelly sprang forward at the word, and seizing the candle, held it down
to the face of the corpse; but the flame rose as steadily before those
cold lips as though the breath of life had never warmed them.

"I 'll get the reward, anyhow, sergeant, won't I?" said the ruffian,
while the thirst for gain added fresh expression to his savage features.

A look of disgust was the only reply he met with, as the sergeant walked
into the outer room, and whispered something to the man of the house. At
the same instant the galloping of a horse was heard on the causeway. It
came nearer and nearer, and ceased suddenly at the door, as a deep voice
shouted out,--

"Well! all right, I hope, sergeant. Is he safe?"

A whispered reply, and a low, muttered sound of two or three voices
followed, and Barton--the same man I had seen at the fray in Malone's
cabin--entered the room. He approached the bed, and drawing back the
curtains, rudely gazed on the dead man, while over his shoulder peered
the demoniac countenance of the informer Kelly, his savage features
working in anxiety lest his gains should have escaped him.

Barton's eye ranged the little chamber till it fell on me, as I sat
still and motionless against the wall. He started slightly, and then
advancing close, fixed his piercing glance upon me.

"Ha!" cried he, "you here! Well, that is more than I looked for this
morning. I have a short score to settle with you. Sergeant, here 's one
prisoner for you, at any rate."

"Yes," said Kelly, springing forward,