hollow head of a soldier? But it is getting late, and our
torch is almost out; let us call our man."

"Hola!" cried Monk in French, approaching the stairs; "hola!
fisherman!"

The fisherman, benumbed by the cold night air, replied in a
hoarse voice, asking what they wanted of him.

"Go to the post," said Monk, "and order a sergeant, in the
name of General Monk, to come here immediately."

This was a commission easily performed; for the sergeant,
uneasy at the general's being in that desolate abbey, had
drawn nearer by degrees, and was not much further off than
the fisherman. The general's order was therefore heard by
him, and he hastened to obey it.

"Get a horse and two men," said Monk.

"A horse and two men?" repeated the sergeant.

"Yes," replied Monk. "Have you any means of getting a horse
with a pack-saddle or two paniers?"

"No doubt, at a hundred paces off, in the Scotch camp."

"Very well."

"What shall I do with the horse, general?"