and payment, so he accepted the sum, thanked Sir Harry and the rest,
and renewed his promise to do the best in his power for the little
maiden. He rather wondered that no questions were asked as to which
side he held; but Sir Harry had no time to inquire, and could only
hope that the honest, open face, respectful manner, clean dress, and
the kindness which had rescued the child on the battlefield were
tokens that he might be trusted to take care of the poor little
orphan. Besides, many of the country people were too ignorant to
understand the difference between the sides, but only took part with
their squire, or if they loved their clergyman, clung to him. So the
knight would not ask any questions, and only further called out "Fare
thee well, then, poor little maid, we will send after thee when we
can," and then giving a sharp, quick order, all the little party
galloped off to overtake the rest.

Emlyn had been bred up in too much awe of Sir Harry to make
objections, but as her friends rode off she gave a sharp shriek,
screamed out one name after another, and finally threw herself down
on the road bank in a wild passion of grief, anger, and despair, and
when Steadfast would have lifted her up and comforted her, she kicked
and fought him away. Presently he tried her again, begging her to
come home.

"I won't! I won't go to your vile, tumble-down, roundhead, crop-
eared hole!" she sobbed out.

"But, Sir Harry--"

"I won't! I say."