go."

Uncle Paul expressed his sorrow at having to leave our father; but as he
had determined not to change his faith, he said he was ready to set off
with us immediately, and to try to carry out the plan Don Antonio had
proposed.

Poor Tim, when he heard of our resolution, was sorely troubled what to
do.

"If you remain, you must become a Roman Catholic with me," said my
father.

"Then, your honour, with all respect to you, I'll be after going
wherever Master Guy and Miss Marian go; though it will be a sad day that
we have to leave you."

"It must be done, however," said my father. "Now go and get the horses
ready. We will have such things as may be required packed up
forthwith."

We had horses enough to mount the whole party, so arrangements were
speedily made; and within half an hour after we had received Don
Antonio's warning we were in the saddle, and, under the guidance of
natives well acquainted with the country, were making our way along a
narrow path up the side of the mountains which rose between our house
and the sea.

Uncle Paul and the guides went first. Marian rode next, mounted on a
small pony, and attended by Arthur. I followed them; and Tim brought up
the rear. Our great object was to get to the seaside, where we might
remain concealed, in case the officials of the Inquisition should pursue
us.

The narrow and steep path on which we were travelling wound its way up
the side of the hill till the summit was reached, when we began to
descend towards the sea. It was generally too rugged to allow us to
move out of a walk, for our horses might have fallen and sent us down a
precipice either on one side or the other; still, whenever the ground
allowed it, we pushed on as fast as we could venture.

At length, after descending some distance, we found ourselves travelling
along with the ocean on our left and the rugged sides of the hill rising
on our right. The pathway seldom allowed two to ride abreast. Now it
ran along scarcely eight or ten feet above the level of the water; now
it ascended to the height of eighty or a hundred feet, with a steep
precipice below us.

Daylight had just broken, when, glancing over the ocean, I caught sight
of a couple of vessels, which appeared to be standing in for the coast.
I could not help crying out to Uncle Paul, in case he might not have
observed them. My voice, unfortunately, startled Arthur's horse, which
began to sidle and prance; when what was m