morning. But there, I'm not going to give
up in this cowardly way. I'll show Master Drew that I'm not such a boy
as he thinks for. It's all nonsense! Just because I went and dined
there with him and his friend, and was then led into standing up with
them and joining hands, I'm to be considered as having joined them, and
become a Jacobite! Why, it's childish; and as to his threats of what
they would do if I ran back, I don't care, I won't believe it. I'm not
such a baby. Death indeed! I've only just begun to live.

"Ugh! it was very ugly, very shocking to see those heads stuck up there
over Temple Bar; and yet Drew took it as coolly as could be. Why, it
was he who ought to have been frightened, not I. And I'm not
frightened--I won't be frightened. I won't say anything; but I'm not
going there again. No, I won't speak--unless they do threaten me. Then
I must tell all. But only wait till morning, and I'll have it out with
Master Drew. Not quite so much of a schoolboy as he thinks me.

"There'll be no sleep for me to-night," he said at last, in a resigned
way. "Well, it's perhaps so much the better. I have been able to think
out what I mean to do, and now I'll just try and arrange what I shall
say to Drew in the morning; and, after that, I'll get up and dress, and
have a long read. I do wonder, though, what time it is."

He then lay wondering and waiting for the clock to chime again, but he
did not hear it chime its next quarter, for now that he had made up his
mind not to go to sleep, sleep came to him with one of those sudden
seizures which drop us in an instant into the oblivion which gives rest
and refreshment to the wearied body and brain.

Then, all at once, as he lay with his eyes closed, he did hear it
plainly.

"Ah, at last!" he cried,--"first quarter, second quarter, third quarter,
fourth quarter. Now, then, I shall know what time it is."

The clock struck, and he counted--nine.

Then he listened for more, opened his eyes, and stared in amazement at
the light streaming through the shuttered windows, and leaped out of
bed.

"Why," he cried, "it's breakfast-time! I must have been asleep after
all."

Then he stood looking back into yesterday, for the evening's proceedings
came to him with a flash.

"A Jacobite!" he said aloud; "and those heads upon the top of the gate!"

CHAPTER TEN.

IN THE HORNS OF A DILEMMA.

It was a bright morning; but now it seemed to Frank Gowan that th