ticism had brought them into the
ranks of the conspirators, but their national instincts were rebuking
them each moment. They felt traitors, and not all the sophistries of
the priests--which put the Church first, and country a long way
after--could ease their minds of a burden of shame. The chief
conspirator watched them narrowly, and some dark thoughts concerning
them ran through his mind.

The morning was advancing, and it behoved the plotters to separate.
The leader gave them a few words of caution and command, and then bade
the farmer go to his work as though nothing unusual was afoot; the rest
would vanish one by one into the surrounding woods or across the river.
One of the foresters betook himself off immediately, journeying on to
Frampton, where he had some relatives, his visit to them being an
ostensible reason for his presence on the wrong side of the Severn. He
was a hard-faced fellow, with a pair of small, greedy-looking blue
eyes. Father Jerome pressed his hand very affectionately at parting,
and the man found three silver shillings sticking to his palm when his
hand was free again. He strode away with a buoyant step, his
misgivings gone for the while.

The other woodlander arose the moment the door was closed behind his
companion.

"Wait a while, my son," said Jerome.

"I have something to say before I go."

"Ah! say on." The priest's face set somewhat sternly, for he did not
like the forester's manner.

The fellow began without hesitation, and spoke as a man whose mind was
full of the matter whereon he talked. The three in black listened.

"Good father, I have sworn an oath to be thy servant in a certain
business."

"And thou canst not break that oath without hurling thy soul to eternal
damnation," was the stern rejoinder.

"It is not in my mind to break my oath."

"What then?"

"If thou wilt listen, I will show thee that perhaps it would be better
to release me from my vow."

"Impossible!"

"Listen. I am pledged to do a deed that the law will hold to be
treason. I place myself in secret enmity to nearly every one of my
countrymen. Did they but suspect me, they would hang me without mercy.
A dog in their eyes, I should meet a dog's death."

"Tut!" broke in the priest sharply, "thy reasoning is all wrong. Thou,
for the sake of truth and right, art placing thyself like a second
David against a host of evil men. Dost hope for their good opinion?"

"But, good father," pleaded