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door. If ill was intended, he would sell his life dear.
The sound of many feet, the challenge, and the password, sounded overhead
along the battlements; the watch was being changed.
And just then there came a scratching at the door of the chamber; it grew
a little louder; then a whisper:
"
Dick, Dick, it is I!"
Dick ran to the door, drew the bolt, and admitted Matcham. He was very
pale, and carried a lamp in one hand and a drawn dagger in the other.
"Shut me the door," he whispered. "Swift, Dick! This house is full of
spies; I hear their feet follow me in the corridors; I hear them breathe
behind the arras."
"
Well, content you," returned Dick, "it is closed. We are safe for this
while, if there be safety anywhere within these walls. But my heart is
glad to see you. By the mass, lad, I thought ye were sped! Where hid
ye?"
"It matters not," returned Matcham. "Since we be met, it matters not.
But, Dick, are your eyes open? Have they told you of to-morrow's
doings?"
"Not they," replied Dick. "What make they to-morrow?"
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