"Yes, sir, a brace of them; I have got them both safely in my
pocket. There," he went on, as a sharp click was heard, "I have
got the darbys on him. Now shall I help you, sir?"

"You had better run downstairs first and light a couple of candles
at the kitchen fire: you will find a pair standing on the parlor
table. Don't be long about it; the first fellow I hit was stunned,
and he may come round any moment."

"I will make sure of him before I go, Squire. I have got another
pair of darbys in my pocket."

As soon as he had fastened these upon the wrists of the insensible
man he ran downstairs, and in a minute returned with the candles.

"I am glad that you are back," the Squire said. "I was afraid that
young rascal would try to escape."

"I took good care of that, Squire; you see I put one of his arms
round the bedpost before I slipped the darbys on, and he cannot get
away unless he takes the whole bed with him; and as I don't think
he would get it out either by the window or the door, he is as
safe here as he would be in Newgate. What is the next thing to do,
Squire?"

"You had better tie this fellow's legs. I will leave you a candle
here, and you can keep guard over them while I go and wake Mr.
Bastow."